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The music, oh god the music was booming again, and the screaming... and the moaning. Leonard shoved his hands over his ears; it was always like this every single night from that damn bar! He'd gone over there several times to give them a piece of his mind, but to go into the disgusting bar was far too much for the mild man... Suddenly a loud roar rang through the street. "What the fuck are they doing?!" he screamed as he hopped to his feet causing one of his neighbors below his house to slam a broom into the roof.

"Shut up you idiot!" they screamed, "some of us are trying to sleep!"

"You can sleep through this noise?!" he shouted back, but there was no answer. It had always been that way while he could hear all the sound it seemed like everyone couldn't hear it...

Looking out the window of his apartment he could only see the corner of the bar, and what he could see almost made him piss himself. There against the wall seemed to be a shadow of a bear. "B.... bear!" he screamed in shock, and once more there was the knocking on his floor.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to get some sleep!"

Leonard didn't care he was tired of this, and the fact that no one else seemed to see or hear what he did it was time for him to get some evidence. Picking up his phone he looked up a number and dialed it into his phone while the noise seemed to get closer as the ruffians from the bar drunkenly stumbled around the entrance. A tired voice answered the phone sounding irritable about being awoken at this time. "Hello...?"

"I want to hire you," he said bluntly.

There was a moan as the person on the other side sat up and after a long yawn he heard a business like tone now. "What can I do for you sir?"

***

"So this is the place?" Greg asked as he tightened his tie as the sun lowered behind the pair; it was the day after Leonard had called him. The pair had spoken for a few minutes on the phone before Greg had arranged an appointment with the man. Greg was an attorney, and a damn good one at that.

He had gotten some notorious gangsters into jail even with all of their money, and had even gotten some of the very same out with some smooth talking. "The Bear Hole..." he muttered to himself as Leonard impatiently tapped his foot.

"Come on! Let's get in there and find some evidence, I want to get this place shut down ASAP!" the man grunted angrily.

The bar looked well enough to Greg if not a bit dingy, but in this part of town that was to be expected it wasn't exactly the high rise. That's where Greg lived, but Leonard was an old friend from college and he felt obligated to help him out. "Alright, it shouldn't take me too long to coerce these people into telling me what I need to know. It is a bar after all."

His friend nodded and smiled. "Thanks for helping me out, Greg. Sorry for being so kurt it's just that I haven't slept for a few nights because of this place."

Greg nodded a few times as he looked it over. "I understand, now let's find the evidence and get this hell hole closed down."

The pair walked in, and both were surprised to see how relaxed the atmosphere really was. The patrons while appearing to be very big didn't see to be anything but happy men taking drinks of the alcohol as they talked to one another. Greg glanced at Leonard for a moment before heading over to the bartender who appeared to be a well shaven man and as Greg approached he put on his best smile. "Hello sir, I was wondering if I could have a glass of beer?"

The bartender smiled back. "Of course, sir," he said as he poured some beer from a tap and set it down in front of the attorney.

As he paid for the beer Leonard approached and carefully whispered to his friend as the bartender turned to face another customer. "I'm going to check out around here and see if I can find anything."

Greg nodded and smiled at the bartender as he picked up the glass of beer and took a sip, it was interesting to say the least. It was like no other beer he had tasted before while it did have a certain spice to it the flavor was intensely so. "Gak," he choked out as the drink burned his throat.

"Powerful, ain't it?" the bartender said with a laugh, "that's the kind of reaction that most everyone has to the drink on their first time."

"Y... you can say that," Greg choked out as the flavor tingled his lips and mouth. After drinking it for some reason he felt even more parched, and manly for some reason. He licked his lips as he took another sip noticing as he did so that the background music of the bar was getting a bit louder for some reason with every sip...

Leonard glanced around the bar looking for any signs of miscreant behavior, and was pissed off when he couldn't find any. "Come on there's got to be something here!" he hissed angrily as he looked around the bar, but there were no signs of anything odd. The men around the bar pretended to not notice his looking around but they couldn't help but watch him as he stumbled around; on each of their faces was a knowing smile as they glanced at Greg who was already halfway through a pint of the beer and already craving another.

Licking foam from his lip Greg felt a bit uncomfortable in his clothing. Since he had started his job as a lawyer Greg had always felt that his clothing was far too stuffy, but to get clients he needed to dress up but... but now he didn't really care he just wanted these damn clothes off. The bartender watched as the lawyer tugged at his tie uncomfortably and smiled to himself. "Need some help there lawyer boy? Those clothes don't seem to fit you."

Greg was confused as the bartender said that for he knew as a fact that these clothes had been custom tailored just a week ago, but when he looked down he saw that his shirt and pants were struggling to not pop. "Oh, yeah I guess you're right... they don't fit right," he mumbled but the idea of getting undressed in a bar made him feel a tad bit uncomfortable.

For Leonard the music of the bar was an annoying whine in the back as he pulled things aside in hopes that he might find a clue or something, but for Greg it was a different story. The music just like for Leonard had started as an uncomfortable noise, but as he had started drinking the alcohol the noise had changed into a sort of mantra for him to listen to. "Bears are fat, bears are bad, bears are gay, and bears love beer." While sounding odd at first Leonard found himself falling into a lull as the words repeated while a few new suggestions were thrown in every now and again. "Bears don't need clothes, bears side with bears, bears make bears."

The man was becoming woozy as the beer started to affect his mind to allow the suggestions soak into his intoxicated brain; his body had grown enormously as the mantra leaked into his brain. His cock was getting so heavy in his pants which were already straining with his growing thighs, and it was only a matter of time before they ripped right off. It was a tearing sound that started Greg's clothes didn't stand a chance as his cock ripped right through his underwear and pants as he had been growing increasingly aroused as the bartender had been leaning over every now and then and letting him catch glimpses of his hot ass. "Oh god yeah..." Greg moaned as he started to finger the large sausage of a cock now in place of his old human one.

Leonard would've noticed this had not one of the other customers muttered something conspicuously aloud next to him. "I hope this human doesn't go in the back, or he might find IT." With those words Leonard's interest was immediate and he rushed towards the back not noticing the snorts and giggles of the men as their own clothes started to rip off.

"You are a bear, a good gay bear, a loyal bear, a sexy bear," the chant was so loud Greg couldn't ignore it. The bartender had slipped another beer into his hand though by now Greg knew that it wasn't regular beer, as he'd watched as the bartender poured half beer into it and then shoved his cock right into it to fill the other half. Though he didn't want to drink it his body forced him to, and as he finished another glass a grin was forming on his face as fur was sprouting wildly across widening body. "Bears are bad, bears are gay, bears are loyal, you are a bear."

"What's ya' name new guy," one of the older bears asked the new guy.

"Greg," he growled feeling extremely horny as he pumped his meat with one hand and downed pint after pint with the other.

"Nope you're wrong."

"I'm wrong?" Greg asked feeling perplexed as he gulped down more.

"You're Gary," the bartender said with a savage grin showing off his ursine teeth as he revealed himself to be a large polar bear.

"I'm Gary?" he asked not quite absorbing it.

The bartender drew closer as he dragged his paw over the young lawyer's cock, when he had seen Greg walk in he knew he needed to claim the man. "Yeah you're, Gary. My boyfriend, we opened this place up together. We're planning on getting married in a few days remember now, hun?"

A moan escaped the new bear's jaw, he was so conflicted as he had been a straight man before entering the bar, and now that he was being changed so rapidly it was making it hard to think. "M... married?"

"Here, let me help you remember," the bartender said as he started to jack his customer off. The bear pressed all the right places of his cock and there was just enough pressure to cause pre to rise, and it was so fast that the man found himself losing himself in the pleasure.

"Oh God, stop... stop... don't stop!" he screamed in arousal as he came all over the bartender splattering yellow spunk over his white fur.His shot seemed to set off a chain reaction in the surrounding bears and he smiled as cum splattered over his own muzzle letting him taste the male fluid for the first, and definitely not last time.

The bartender chuckled to himself as he licked the spunk off of his fur. "So, who are you babe?"

The young polar bear smiled at the elder. "Gary, your boyfriend."

"Good," the older bear chuckled before looking to the other bears and nodding towards the back, "why don't you boys deal with the other one. I'm going to... train Gary here." The other bears laughed as they walked towards the back, it was about time they had a shot... or a few at a new guy.

***

Leonard couldn't see after he'd walked into the back room the door had locked behind him and the room was too dark for him to see in, any attempts at opening the door proved to be futile. "Hello?!" he shouted out in hopes that someone might open the door, but thirty minutes passed before anything happened. By that time Leonard had taken a place near the back of the dimly lit room; during his inclosure of the room he had felt around and had found some oddly shaped items hanging on the walls but he couldn't decipher what they were from feel alone.

Suddenly the door swung open blinding the man as several large shapes walked into the room, and as they did they turned on the light of the room as the door swung closed once more. Leonard realized why he couldn't find a light switch the string that turned the light on was far out of a normal human's reach, and so it stood to reason that the man who pulled the string wasn't exactly human. "Oh my God..." Leonard whispered in horror as he realized that standing in front of him were several anthro bears with pulsing cocks, and clutched in their hands were some beer mugs full of white liquid.

"Pick 'im up and sit him down there," one of them said gesturing towards a seat with straps on the arms. Leonard attempted to get away, but the bears were obviously too strong for him and he was quickly shoved in the chair and strapped down. From the position he could see that not only were there several speakers attached to the walls, but on the walls were hundreds of sexual toys that no doubt had been in use.

"Please let me go," he whispered in horror, "i'll move and never say anything about this place..."

The bears just laughed though. "Sorry bud," a large black grizzly said, "but we haven't gotten to do an intiation for a long time. The boss usually does them, but the fact that he's allowing us to change you well... let's just say you're going to be a toy for us to use until the next one..."

"That's disgusting!" Leonard shouted.

"Actually it's not too bad," a regular looking brown bear said as he approached the chair, "I was the last sex toy, and god was it great. As the boss put it, once a sex toy always a sex toy. Come on boys, let's get this started!" he roared which inclined the other three to get excited as well.

"Get what star...ack!" Leonard found his jaw suddenly pulled down and the bears started pouring the juice down his throat. He attempted to spit it out, but the bears kept a near constant pour into his throat besides the occasional gasp of air for him, but with the sheer amount a lot got in. It was pure spice and musk as it poured down his throat, and even from behind the bears shouting he could hear a chant starting from the speakers.

"Bear sex slave, bear whore, you are a gay bear, you are happy to be used by any of your bear kin..." Leonard wanted to close his ears but the straps kept him from moving in any way, and as the pour of liquid continued he lost himself in the roaring of the bears and the chanting. "Bear slut, bear hole, gay bear, horny for cock!" the chant explained to Leonard who he was going to be.

The chair creaked as the human changed, and the rest chuckled and moved away as the cum filled human morphed at an enhanced rate. "I'm a gay bear, I love cocks, I want to be fucked..." Leonard intoned as his eyes spiraled from the hypnosis, and so his body grew and grew until he was a huge bear with soft black fur. He was a huge black bear, and his asscheeks didn't seem to want to close as he slowly stood and swayed from the drunken stupor. He licked his chops a few times and smiled at his brothers. "Damn I'm horny, who wants first dibs?"

They all chuckled, until he was no longer just a pure sex toy he was to have no name. He'd be a busboy, waiter, and sex object until the boss decided that he had paid off his initiation. "Sure, bend over big guy," the last sex toy said his large tool already pulsating in time with the new guys', "the old toy always get's first dibs..."

***

"What's your name so I can recomend you for a promotion?" one of the customers said with a wide smile, he had been coming for a few weeks after work and he admired the young man's work ethic.

The waiter just smiled though as he always did and winked that odd wink. "Sorry sir, I don't need a promotion. I'm happy where I am."

He sighed as he watched the young man walk away, his girlfriend wasn't happy though as she leaned back pouting as she watched him down another glass of beer. "Steven, why do you make me come here? You know I hate bars..."

Steven smiled his winning smile at Nancie. "Hun, you know I have to have drink every now and then or I get antsy." His explanation didn't put a smile on her face as the waiter started taking down chairs for the night time crowd.

Nancie sighed as she stood up. "Steven, I'm going home for tonight. I'll see you when you get home." With that she walked out thankfully they just lived across the street within walking distance which often made Steven question why she complained about him "dragging" her there. "Need some help?" he asked the waiter.

When he asked the young man that there was a look of confusion for a second before a deep voice from behind him caught his attention. "You can help sure, come on over I have a new beer for ya to try out." Steven turned around and saw the co-owner, he knew the man's name was Gary.

"Sure," Steven said as he walked over to the bar and took a seat. The busboy smiled and got back to work his large body bumping into a few tables every now and then but he didn't knock anything over. "What is it?" he asked as the large man poured a glass of it and turned around for a brief moment to put a lemon on the edge.

"It's a sweeter beer than we usually serve, but I want to see if it's any good," Gary said with a good natured smile as he set the glass before the patron.

"How much," Steven asked as he picked it up.

"Free of charge since you were trying to help out our busboy there," Gary said with a smile.

Steven smiled back and took a sip and gasped as the burning liquid went down his throat, he felt so horny... Wait, why had he gotten so horny so fast? Gary smiled at him, God his pants were tight... "So do you want to have sex?" Gary asked shocking the young man.

"Yes," he spat out before he knew it. Steven found that his hand was automatically bringing up the cup to his lips.

Gary chuckled as he looked over at the busboy. "You, get over here!" he then turned towards the back, "Bertram, you're right. The more bears put in, the faster the reaction is!"

"Good, now let's treat our busboy right with a new boyfriend!" the owner roared with a grin on his face.

What was happening?! Steven asked himself, his clothes were tearing off as his well trimmed physique was disappearing in exchange for a larger more sexy body... Wait, sexy?! Steven was completely straight, what was happening?! His first meeting with the busboy came to mind suddenly, when he had met the guy his weight and bland attitude had disgusted him, but as soon as he took a sip of the beer he had found his interest in the guy had perked up a bit.

The beer! It must've been changing his mind with small increments of... bear cum... Steven wanted to shudder but he couldn't, at least not while his elongating pole was growing hard. "Bears are gay, bears are bad, bears are loyall..." the call went into Steven's mind as some familiar faces walked in already changing as they saw the scene.

"I'll take what he's having," one of the bears shouted jokingly as Steven felt his body became covered in fur. The busboy had already changed and his clothes were laying in a corner to be ready for the next day shift, and Steven couldn't make himself feel disgusted in any way... The unnamed bear wrapped his large muzzle around Steven's cock and started to suck like a pro, and Steven started to ram his huge cock in hard.

The movements were both unnatural and natural, none of them belonged to him but every one was. Steven found himself becoming lost in an enamored state as the mantra was beaten into his brain and he found himself losing interest in his old life, and because of a hidden substance that had been slipped into his girlfriend's drink by Gary she wouldn't remember him when she got home. "Who are you?" a bear asked.

"Steven!" he roared as he slammed the bitch's mouth.

"No! You're Stan!" one of them shouted.

The name was covered in glue and stuck to his brain right over his old name, and because he was too busy being sucked off by the hot slut in front of him he couldn't even battle it for a second. They watched as the reserved young man who had walked in earlier lose his layers of self control and give in to the primal ursine personality, and they all loved it. Having been a slut for quite a while the busboy could hold out for hors, and so apparently could Stan. Many of the bears around the bar came as they were drinking just watching the two bears go at it.

Even Bertram and Gary had came in one another's asses as the pair finally grew rigid and were growing longer in their thrusts, Stan was all that there was Steven had disappeared and even if he did come back he would still love the new lifestyle he had picked up. Sex 24/7, and a hot bitch of a boyfriend. "Take it all bitch!" Stan shouted as he came into his boyfriend's mouth, and so too did the busboy cum on the floor.

"Congratulations, you're an official member of the Bear Hole," Gary said as he put a membership card on the counter for the sexually exhausted bear. Stan had some new drinking buddies, and a few sexual encounters waiting for him around the corner. But first things first, he needed to kick a bitch out of his house...