Chapter 6
Max looked up at the clock again, like always, watching that little second hand click around that damn face, again, watching the minutes and hours slip away from him, over and over again, and thinking, again, about how much Tristan was going to regret crossing him when he finally got out of this trap for good. When that fucking biker had poked a hole in the mental wall which had locked him away, Maxwell had assumed all he would have had to do was wait. Sure enough, the wall came down, and Max came out–he remembered himself, all of it, but the trap was more complex than he’d thought. Even though he had his mind back, he still didn’t have his body–and it appeared that that was much more important to Tristan’s spell than locking his head away. In this disgusting, old form, Max couldn’t even cross the threshold of the boutique–he was stuck in here with these three other freaks who were slowly becoming aware that something was different. Last night, Brute had tried to reestablish his dominance, but Max wasn’t going to have anymore of that. He’d taken the muscled alpha (who might be thirty years younger and in much better shape, but who had none of Max’s anger and rage) and pinned him to the ground, fucking him in front of their two silent thralls for hours, until Brute had begged him to stop, and that seemed to have clarified a few things for all of them. These days, they largely kept themselves confined to the apartment in the back of the store, while Max manned the counter, still unable to resist the compulsion wrapped around this body to run the store for Tristan.
His initial plan was to simply wait until Tristan came for one of his periodic visits, however, he could sense that something was awry. When he’d, “devoured” Scuzz, he’d taken in bits and pieces of him, a few memories here and there, and he noticed that Tristan had apparently visited the store in the middle of hibernation, but he couldn’t recall what might have transpired between them. Still, it was reasonable to assume that Tristan knew Max was loose, and if he knew that, he wouldn’t be coming anywhere near him for the time being. He would have to find some other way out of this mess, and he had a feeling he might know who could help him with that.
Another person had paid Scuzz a visit recently–one of the professors from the college, some bear named Erikson. While Max couldn’t recall much of their encounter, there was…a lingering feeling there. Thinking about Erikson felt, good. Like they’d had a nice conversation and Max had felt really good about whatever they’d talked about, even if he couldn’t quite remember what it was. Regardless, if there was anyone who could help him out of this mess, he was certain Erikson would be the first place to look. Unfortunately, without any way of getting out of here, he wouldn’t be able to meet with him anytime soon, but he did have an idea. He didn’t know if it would play out how he expected it to or not, but one customer he’d had earlier today seemed just desperate enough to be a pawn in a scheme. However, if he didn’t come back, then there’d be no plan, but Max had a feeling he’d be back sooner than later. Until then, he was stuck with the clock, that tick, the moving, whirling, maddening hands, and all he wanted was to smell the pine of the forest one more time before he died looking like this in this hellhole of a dimension.
However, not one to disappoint, he saw his pawn coming now, own the mall, only with a quite stunning mane of fire red hair which he hadn’t had earlier. Still, he didn’t have much of a choice, now did he? In this new world, it seemed that the only hard and fast rule was change or be changed, and Maxwell wasn’t going to be changed ever again.
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Matt did his best to calm down as he hurried down the mall back to Bear Boutique, but it was very difficult to stay focused when there all these bears around, with all of their cocks bulging in their pants and leathers, and it would be so easy to ask one of them, any of them, to go into the bathroom with him and fuck his brains out, but he knew that if he gave in once, even once, that he’d probably never be able to resist going full-asscub, as he now thought of it. Still, it wasn’t far now–he could see the sign up ahead and everything, and he drove onward, trying to keep his eyes on the ground in front of him, and his mind not focused on how great it felt walking around with an eight inch dildo planted in his ass.
He made it, though there was a close call with a big dicked daddy he nearly veered off course to proposition, but he did, finally, make it. He walked over to the big biker, once more seated behind the counter, and said, “Alright, I know what I want to be now. Will you help change me?”
“Well, I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” Max said, grinning, “but I can certainly change you–it’s my…job after all. So, apparently, there is something you’d like to be more than an asscub–what is it? Who do you want to be?”
Matt was quiet for a moment, trying to find the words to express what he was feeling, how he’d felt when he’d found Terry there in the bathroom, beaten and bleeding and broken, and how terrified and ashamed he’d been that he hadn’t been there. That he couldn’t save him, or protect him, or anything useful. “I…well, I’m dating this…cub, you see. And, well, I really love him, but I don’t know…I don’t know if I can really…really take care of him, you know? And, I just…I just want to be there for him, and I want to be able to protect him, and take care of him, like…like a proper daddy bear. I want to be his daddy, a good one, I want to keep him safe, and with me, always. That’s…that’s who I want to be.”
“Alright, I think I can handle all of that,” Max said, “now just wait here for a minute or two–I need to go find some products for you. Why don’t you go ahead and step into one of the changing rooms, strip down, and I’ll be right with you.”
Matt gulped, “Will…will I change again in there?” he asked, “Like last time?”
“Only if you let yourself change. This is all up to you. And just to let you know, these changes aren’t going to stick if you can’t push that cub persona back all on your own. You have to want this, or nothing will work, got it? Now get in there, strip, and practice being the daddy you want to be. How about that?”
Matt nodded, and as Max went around the front of the store, looking around at his products and putting a set together for his customer, Matt headed for the changing room again and stepped inside. He glanced in the mirror, and saw his normal reflection, or at least, his current normal. The fire red hair was still throwing him off, but it did make him look like a sexy firebrand, a bit. Of course, the beard needed to go, he thought, and a second later, the reflection shimmered, and sure enough, his beard had disappeared, leaving the cub’s thin goatee ringing his mouth and Matt closed his eyes and refocused his thoughts, feeling his bare cheeks with one hand and reminding himself of why he was here. He had to be there or Terry, he had to. There was no one else he could count on, and so far, Matt wasn’t being the man Terry needed. That was going to change. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt his cub ever again. When he opened his eyes again, he felt more in control, and nothing else changed. Still, that was the easy part–now he needed to strip.
He peeled off his too tight clothes again, feeling better naked, and saw that the normal jock he’d put on back in the room had turned red again. It did look really good on him, and he didn’t really want to take it off. After all, it showed off his–
Before the thought could take hole, Matt yanked down the jock, revealing his now four inch cock framed by a thin bush of red pubes, and threw the jock over the changing room door and out into the store, lest he be tempted to put it back on, and then he yanked out the dildo he’d put in and threw it out there too, or else he might start fucking himself with it, and then who knew what he’d be. However, losing the dildo proved to be a near fatal error on his part. With nothing up his ass, the itch returned with a crushing vengeance, and it was all Matt could do, to just sit on the bench and not shove his finger, hell, his whole fist up his own hole just to quiet it down. The minutes and seconds passed so slowly–he had no idea what was taking Max so long with finding him a new look. A couple of times he wondered if he was testing Matt, to see if he’d break again. Maybe…maybe he was hoping Matt would break. Maybe this time the alpha would fuck him with his big cock, and maybe then he could be his property. A real alpha’s fuckhole cumdump cub. He told himself that was a horrible idea, but his tingling cock thought otherwise. It wouldn’t get hard without a full ass, but he was turned on by the idea all the same, and all he’d have to do is let go. Just let the changes happen, and then he could beg the alpha for his cock. Hell, Max had already fisted him–he wouldn’t be able to resist Matt for long. Matt refused to open his eyes now. He didn’t want to see himself, he didn’t want to see who he was. It was so difficult to sort out his thoughts. He couldn’t tell whether they were coming from two people or from one anymore. As he sat on the bench, he could almost feel his body changing, growing fatter, the itch in his ass growing even stronger, his body hair disappearing…
He heard the door open then, as Max came in, and set things down on the bench next to him. “You know, I can’t do anything if you keep your eyes closed like that.”
“I don’t want to look.”
“Why don’t you just take a few deep breaths, and then go ahead and open them when you’re ready–then we can go ahead and get started. I can’t do this if you’re going to be terrified of your own reflection.”
“What if I turn into the cub though?”
“Then you turn into the cub, and we go our separate ways.”
“But I don’t want to be the cub.”
“Then, when you open your eyes, you won’t be, unless you’re lying to yourself.”
That really was the problem, wasn’t it? Matt could tell himself all day that he didn’t want to be the cub, but in truth…he wasn’t sure if that was true. The mirror though, this mirror at least, it didn’t lie. It didn’t let him lie to himself, and he didn’t want to fail again. He wanted to be strong–stronger than the first time, when Tom, Leon, and Butch had fucked him over. And now they’d done it again, and if he couldn’t fight back, then maybe he deserved it. Maybe he deserved to be their bottom bitch, just a horny asscub begging for all of their cocks. There was only one way to find out. He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, and saw himself.
He hadn’t changed at all, aside from the beard, and he out a little laugh of relief. “Oh thank god,” he said.
“Now, how about we go ahead and get started?” Max said, “If you want to be a good looking daddy, I think the first thing we need to do is getting you into the right age bracket.” Max pulled on some gloves before taking an aerosol can labeled “Daddy Dye,” turning it upside down, and spraying a white foam into his hand, which he then massaged into Matt’s hair. “A shame you lost that nice beard of yours. Still, we’ll see if we can grow you a new one here in a bit. Now tighten up that mouth–this stuff tastes awful,” he said, as he rubbed the foam into the small goatee Matt now had, before continuing down and foaming over his body hair and his bush. The foam tingled and burned a bit, and in the mirror, Matt could see the product in his hair seemed to be disappearing and sinking into his hair, leaving his hair and goatee a silvery grey, the same going for his body hair. In fact, he was kind of glad that he had less of it now, or else the whole dying process might have taken quite a bit of time. Max had him stand up and covered the rest of his hair in the product, even getting between his ass cheeks, and Matt caught himself wishing Max would just fist him again, but the thoughts were easier to hold at bay now. He didn’t look, or feel, much like a cub, all of the sudden. He was looking distinguished–and even a bit gentlemanly.
“Alright, it looks like that took pretty well,” Max said, “I think we’ll have you looking like a proper daddy in no time. Now, time for phase two, I think.”
“Wait, there’s more?” Matt asked, “But I feel better already. I think I can keep the cub away with just this.”
“What happened to being the great protector?” Max asked, “No, I picked out a very nice ensemble for you, and I think you’re going to put it all on, whether you want to or not. Now, how about some tattoos? I found a set that will be perfect for a protector like you. Afterall, how are you going to protect anyone without some armor of your own?”
“No, look, I think you’re taking this too far. I just want–”
“No, you’re the one not going far enough,” Max said, and slid his finger into Matt’s hole, making him moan and squirm in delight, his small cock instantly hardening. “How about this, for a deal. We keep going with this, or I go ahead and fist and fuck you to kingdom cub–how does that sound to you? I did so enjoy this hole of yours last time, and while I’m saving my load up for someone else, I’m sure you could convince me to add another thrall to my collection if this hole of yours was persuasive enough.”
The cub roared back to him then, pushing against every bit of will Matt had, trying to force words out of his mouth, trying to beg this alpha to take him and own him and use him day and night, but he held back, and as much as it pained him to do so, he grabbed Max’s hand and pulled his finger from his aching hole. “Fine…fine, let’s keep going.”
“That’s better,” Max said, and picked up the tattoo box he’d brought in, the and from the picture on the box, Matt could see that it was no small set of tattoos. The set, called ‘armored,’ was going to cover his whole body, from his feet all the way up onto his face, with both sides of his body bearing solid panels of black ink which did, actually, look like a suit of armor. Max opened up the box and pulled out the tattoo suit, letting it unfold, and then handing it to Matt. “Go ahead then, put it on, oh ‘great protector’,”
Matt did as he was told, sliding one foot and then the other into the legs of the suit, watching the tattoo take shape on his body the suit stuck to him. The legs had three panels on each leg, one running from the top of his feet up his shin, and then two long ones, one running up the inside of both thighs, meeting under his cock, and two on the outside of his legs, running up and curving onto his both ass cheeks. More panels of black wrapped around his torso and ran up his back, two panels outlined his chest, though they looked less than spectacular on his fat cubby tits, and the final panel ran across the top of his shoulders and down his arms to the back of the hands, as well as up the outside of his neck, and round his ears, and even connecting across his forehead and under his chin, giving the impression of a helmet. As soon as the entire clear and black skin was in place, he saw the panels heat up with a searing light in the mirror, and a moment later, the suit was gone, with all of the panels in place, and Matt nearly bent over after the pain ripped through him.
“Now be a tough little daddy for me, after all, we’re just getting started on you. How about we try some clothes on now?”
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