(Man to Female Bear)


She grit her teeth, contemplating just how slowly she’d end her brother’s life.  She was so angry, the computer beside her seemed to be flashing red.  She turned her attention to it.  First off, she’d need to close his fucking browsing session...
She clicked the ‘x’ in Chrome, and a pop-up appeared.  She dismissed it only for another to appear.  A third try brought up a third result, and this time she spared it her notice.
‘Good.  Now that you’ve stopped closing these like a savage, I think we can talk business.  Continue//Decline.’
Her mouse hovered, then she settled on ‘Continue’.  That was an interesting system message, it might be fun to see what Rob did with his computer.
‘First off, this isn’t Rob’s doing.  Second off, I believe you were interested in vengeance?  Continue//Decline’.
Linda rolled her eyes.  Rob would be a talented programmer, if he didn’t spend so much time jerking off.  Still, ‘Continue’.
‘All right, how much do you know about transformation?  Lots/None’
‘None’
‘Fair enough.  We can offer custom-made transformations for your very purpose.  We sense time’s of the essence, so how about we see you in person?  Turn//Around.’
Linda spun to find a man and a woman behind her.  They were both wearing safari gear, and the woman had... rabbit ears?  She blinked with confusion as the two spoke in unison.
“Crown Royale Transformation Service, at yours!”  They bowed.
“What?”  It came out much more flat than she’d have liked, but the whole situation was just too ludicrous.
The rabbit-girl spoke first.  “Damn it, Mark, I told you this was too much!  And that slogan, who would buy into it?”
The man sighed, waving his hand.  “Can it, Mira.  Talking business, remember?”
The girl yelped as her front teeth enlarge to asinine proportions.  She waved at them, only for them to shrink to a still noticeable size.  Her shoulders slumped as she let the man—Mark do the talking.
“So, we were just visiting the zoo when we picked up an inordinate amount of anger coming from this very room, from a Miss... Linda?”  Mark turned to Linda, tilting his head in inquiry.
She nodded.
“Right.  So, how about we talk transformation.  As you can see from my assistant, Mira,” he gestured to the rabbit-girl, and she curtsied.  “We’re a pair of magical folk who specialize in changing people into animals.  It’s quick—or not; we don’t judge, clean—again, or not; and leaves no body.  So, sounds good?”
Linda blinked.  She wanted to say magic wasn’t real, but it was rather hard to refute given what was before her.  So she went along with it, a broad smile on her features.  “Any animal?”
Mira piped up from behind Mark.  “Any animal.”
Linda grinned evilly.  “Then how about a bear?”
Mark raised his hands.  “Hold up, miss.  Bears are very dangerous animals, and you don’t want to deal with an angry one on your hands.”
“I’ve wrestled Old Blackbeard and won.”  Linda said simply.
“Aaand nevermind.”  Mark laughed, slapping one of his knees.
“I want you to change my brother into a female bear.  Blackbeard needs a partner, and Ronald’s been a real dick.”  She said each word matter-of-factly, purpose driving her.
“Another TG?  Why is it always with the TGs?”  Mark sighed, covering his face with one palm.  Linda’s face fell.  Was he not going to help her?
Mira walked up to massage his shoulders.  “How much of a dick, honey?”
Linda bent over and picked up the bag with her panties, turning it so the duo could see the Sharpie lettering.  “He’s been doing this for months.”  She said simply.
“‘Starting at $100...’”  Mira blinked, then her brow furrowed with anger.  Mark yelped as she dug her nails into his shoulders.  “Mark.  If you don’t help her, I’m going to make you into a horse again and ride you until we win first place at the regional derby.”
Mark scowled at her, but relented.  “There’s no arguing with her sometimes...  Fair enough, you’ve made your point.  How much do you have?”
She cursed; how could she be so stupid?  A quick dig through her pockets revealed her net worth, which was, quite frankly, humiliating.  “I’m sorry, I’m working all of these jobs to pay my tuition, and I only have... seventeen dollars.  And a half-empty pack of gum.”  Mark’s scowl returned with full force.
Mira noticed his reaction and stepped in.  “Mark, what if I help cover the bill?  Besides, look at that gum.  It’s Trident, your favorite...”
The magician sighed.  “Tell you what.  Mira, you have a spare makeup brush?”  Without waiting for her to respond, he walked over to the nearby printer, removing a sheet of paper.  He waggled his fingers at it, and images and text filled the page.
Mira conjured up a brush, just in time for his return.  He plucked it from her hands, and concentrated, mumbling at it intently.  Then, the magician clapped his hands, and a thunderclap echoed through the room as the paper folded itself and the brush shook itself of old blush.
“Seventeen dollars and a half-full pack of gum.  No extra.”  He added the last bit with a meaningful glare to his assistant, who waved meekly.  “Wherever you brush him, he’ll change into the desired form.  Any issues, you consult the manual.  Deal?”
Linda nodded, her face lighting up with appreciation as she paid him.  “Thank you very much, sir!  You’re amazing!”
The man turned to his assistant, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.  “I told you!”  He snapped his fingers at her, grinning as though he’d just won an old battle.  Then, he turned back to Linda.  “You’ve put me in such a good mood, I’ll throw in a little extra.”  He pulled out two of the singles Linda had given him, tearing them in half lengthwise.  “Well, that won’t do; those ripped far too easily!”
He gestured at them, and Linda gasped as the four pieces of paper rolled up into cylinders, then small hoops.  They lengthened, darkening to a rich shade of leather.  Mark tugged at them again and they didn’t respond.  “Four magical restraining cuffs!  One per limb, once you have all four on, only the person who applied them can remove them.  Weight changes as you desire, so these will hold anything short of Son Goku.”
“Or Superman!”  Mira piped up, squeaking as Mark glared at her.
“Goku could eat that Kryptonian for breakfast and you know it.”  He hissed, as though he was personally offended.
Mira laughed.  “Doesn’t matter as long as Vegito still exists.”
Mark bit back his next retort, lowering the finger he’d raised.  Then, he laughed, embracing the rabbit-girl happily.  “Damn, did I pick a good one!”
Linda watched this conversation transpire with a mix of confusion and trepidation.  At length, she spoke up.  “Um.  Not to interrupt, but my brother will probably be back any minute...”
Mark and Mira blinked, then hurriedly stacked the girl’s goods on the counter.  “Seventeen dollars, one stick of gum.  We’ve left a calling card, be sure to contact us if you need us.”  Mark called hurriedly, then the two quickly clambered into an empty cupboard, closing the door behind them.
Linda blinked, then walked over to it, opening it to find it empty.  Of course.  She sighed, chuckling at what just happened.  She probably had a stroke when she saw her brother was stealing her panties, but if this was all a dream, she’d be damned sure to enjoy it.
She stood up and picked the leather bindings, just as her little brother walked into the room.
He eyed what she had in her hands.  “Kinky.  You know, I didn’t think—my bag!”  Ronald gasped as he saw what she’d done to his belongings.  Then he caught sight of the panties.  “Oh shit.”  He turned to run, but she was on him in a second, an elbow to the side of his head bringing him to his knees.
He fell to his knees, lifting a hand to where she’d hit him.  Linda easily slapped it away, sweeping a leg over his neck to straddle him.  He struggled under her, but she clamped down harder, her thighs squeezing around his face, denying him air.  His arms stopped flailing as wildly and she grabbed them one at a time, slipping two of the bands around his wrists.
Linea leaned back, increasing the pressure on the little asshole’s face.  It’d be easier to slip the fetters over his ankles if he was unconscious.  She kept holding him down, feeling him try to breathe but only claiming what little escaped between her thighs.  She grinned as he tried to struggle, then caught something in her peripheral vision.  She glanced down to find her brother’s pants tenting, and she suddenly understood the meaning behind his rapid breathing.  Was he getting off to this?  As if it could read her thoughts, his cock twitched gently.
Well, there was more than one way to knock someone out...  Linda squeezed around his neck harder.  Gritting her teeth, she placed her palms on the floor, twisting her form and grabbing his body tighter as she performed a handstand, using the momentum from that to bring her brother above her head, then crashing to the floor.  She made sure to increase the pressure of her grip, securing his neck and head from accidental impact.  The plan wasn’t to see him dead, though he’d certainly wish he was.
Ronald slammed into the unforgiving floor of the veterinary center, his back and shoulders giving off unhealthy popping sounds as he tried lift himself up.  He wheezed desperately for air as Linda lifted off him for a moment.  Then, she sat on him, roughly pulling his legs up to slip the last restraints around each of his angles.  As an afterthought, she tore his sneakers off and tossed them to the corner of the room.
“Now then, Ronnie.”  Linda stood up, pulling out the brush.  “It’s time for a change.”

Ronald blinked, his vision swimming.  He’d expected to take a beating, but did she realize how much of that beating had his face buried in her snatch?  He opened his mouth to comment on that, but only a dry wheeze came out.  It bought him the extra few seconds to remember his place and rapidly revise goading her on further.
“So.”  He smiled winningly.  “I guess we’re a little beyond me trying to pretend I’m innocent?”
His sister glared down at him, her lip curling with distaste.  She turned to grab something from the counter and Ronald tried to roll to his feet and run.  That was the plan, at least, but something was anchoring his arms and legs to the ground, leaving him just enough room to tug for his denied freedom.  He looked his wrists up and down, but all he could see were those leather straps.
“Did-did you break my spine?”  He stammered, trying to get up.  “I can’t move!”
“Stop whining.”  His sister returned holding that brush from earlier, but now a pair of... scissors?
Ronald’s eyes widened.  “H-hey, let’s not do anything too hasty here.”
She leaned in close, and he could almost feel her breath against his skin.  “Hasty?  Like selling my clothes to the neighborhood perverts?  Oh no, this will be anything but hasty.”
Ronald squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the cool steel of the blade against his skin; then it moved lower, to his chest.  He heard, rather than felt, cutting, and he opened his eyes to find her cutting his shirt off.
“Hey hey, that’s designer material right there!”  He protested.
“And I might slip up at any second, cutting a food deal more than your ‘designer’ clothes.”  Came her retort.
He clammed up, watching as she went from his shirt to his shorts to his boxers and socks, each cut determinedly avoiding the wristbands around his limbs.  He glared at his sister.  “There, are you happy?  Now I’m naked in the middle of the zoo.  So what, my class comes in, sees me like this?  You’ll get fired.”
Linda laughed evilly, a faint blush of embarrassment across her cheeks.  “Oh, they’ll see you naked.  But not like this.”  She knelt down by his feet, taking a deep breath first.  Then, she danced her brush over his feet, its soft bristles tickling his toes.
Ronald tried to pull his feet away, but his restrained movements only let her cover more of his feet.  A dull snapping sound caused him to cease his efforts, and he leaned his head down to see what was going on.  His eyes widened as he saw his feet start to shrink, shortening and thinning.  She continued to tease his toes, and they became... dainter?  There was no word for it other than that, and he could see his toenails lengthening as she worked the brush over them.
“W-what are you doing?”  He blinked with confusion as she moved to his ankles, which slimmed beneath the leather manacles.  “No, that’s not right.  How are you doing this?”
She smiled, dancing the brush along his legs.  The first dusting dissolved the hair on his calves, the next reshaped them.  He grit his teeth as bone shrank, muscles redeveloped.  He saw his skin was clearing, becoming a consistent pearlescent shade, from his toes to his knees.
“It’s magic.”  She replied, dusting his hips and thighs.  She made extra sure to avoid his groin here, laughing gently as the changes swept across his lower body.  Soft, milky skin spread everywhere her brush touched him, and he bucked his hips as they snapped, swaying from side to side as the bones lengthened, leaving him with a curvy figure.  Linda ran a hand along his thighs, pushing him up to tickle his ass with the brush.  Ronald saw his ass inflating beneath him, and when Linda let him go, he felt as if his hips were at least an extra inch above the floor now, held aloft by his cushiony and plump bottom.
As she worked the brush up his stomach, he bit back the urge to laugh, its tickling touch thinning his waistline and causing some internal changes as well.  She then turned her attention to his chest, and he blinked with surprise as his nipples tingled, his chest pushing out to meet each of her delicate strokes.  “W-what are yooooh—”  His query was lost to a moan, his knees knocking together as a new world of sensation blossomed from his new breasts.  He could feel every bristle tease his nipples, each stroke bringing about new sensations.
“Ooh, you like that, hm?”  Linda smirked, twirling the brush around his right nipple a few extra times.
Ronald bit back another moan as the right side of his chest expanded well past a D cup.  He couldn’t hold back when she did the same for his left, waves of guilty pleasure flowing across him.  She moved up to his shoulders and he yelped as pleasure was replaced with discomfort, the bones snapping as they pulled down and in slightly.  The brush danced across his right arm, and he flushed as the only changes there were the waves of smooth skin replacing his own.
Linda arched an eyebrow.  “Jesus, you really should’ve worked out more.”  Still, she continued her work on his hands, and he frowned as his fingers slimmed, the nails growing to a length he’d never had.  He’d have to be much more careful with his private time now.  She worked over his left arm, and he looked away, unwilling to see the repeat performance—though he could feel and hear every snapping change.
“Ooh, you’ll want to see this.”  Linda stood up, grabbing a swiveling mirror to push over her brother’s face.  He could only watch as his cheekbones withdrew, his nose went from blunt to a cute button, his lips fluff up.  He also saw his mild acne clear up immediately, and he focused on that, struggling to remain positive.  At least it wasn’t all bad.
He had to shut his eyes as she worked the brush over them, and when he opened them, he found himself looking at longer eyelashes, thinner eyebrows.  He blinked a few times to get used to their weight; then he realized she’d stopped brushing him.  He gasped as he surveyed the changes as a whole, he looked like an attractive girl—more than that, a younger version of his sister, albeit with a cock.
“What the fuck did you just do to me?”  He exclaimed, a much softer voice than his own bursting from his lips.  He snapped them shut immediately, flushing with embarrassment.
“I think you should be more concerned as to what I’m going to do to you.”  Linda twirled the brush between her fingers, then quickly stroked the back of his right hand.
Ronald’s eyes widened as the skin darkened to a mocha brown, then tingled as a thin patch of long, brown fur grew from his hand like a chia pet.
“Oh, this’ll be fun.”  Linda said to herself, working the brush over his hand.  The back of his hand sprouted fur; his palms grew thick pads.  As the brush touched his fingers, he could see them thinning, at the tips, his nails growing over part of them to leave him with a set of claws.  He cried out as his palms cracked, flattening out.  His thumbs slid up, their joints snapping as they became just like the rest of his fingers, and the bottoms of his fingers plumped up, pads and fur spreading on those, too.
Linda nodded, satisfied with her work, and Ronald flopped his hand against the floor, twitching the fingers to realize their range of motion.  He whimpered at his new paw, but Linda wasn’t done with him at all.  She dusted off the bindings on his wrists, and he could feel the flesh there swell beneath the leather.  The restraints creaked as they expanded to match his new wrists, and she continued her work upward.  His forearms fattened and fluffed up, though not as much as his biceps, which inflated to twice their size before fur overtook them.  The changes stopped at his shoulders, though.  Linda frowned at the sight.  “That’s odd.”  She repeated the process for his right hand, skin and nail giving way to fur and claw once more.  The thick hair cushioned him from the cold floor and chilly air conditioning, but that was the only bright side he could come up with, a pair of animals’ paws where his hands had been, his arms now fully reshaped.
Linda frowned and tried brushing his chest.  Sensation swept across Ronald’s body as his chest expanded further, obscenely large breasts now weighing him down.  She changed tactics, working to his head.  He looked in the mirror, seeing no real changes until she reached his ears.  There, the changes occurred once more, his ears sliding up to the sides of his head as she teased them higher and higher.  The fluffed up as brown fur sprouted from their rounding surface, and Ronald realized that he now resembled a cross between a girl and a bear... with a still human cock.
Linda glared at him, tapping her lip with one of her fingers.  “Why isn’t it working now?”
Ronald glared up at his sister, his tormentor.  “How the hell should I know?  You’re the one doing this!”  His womanly voice dripped ice as he snarled at Linda.  He tested his new arms against his restraints, but they held fast.
She snapped her fingers and walked over to the counter.  A moment later, she returned, a piece of printer paper in her hands.  She started reading it aloud, no doubt to prolong Ronald’s torture.
“‘Hi there, so I decided that since you’re getting a serious discount on this, I’d make you as uncomfortable as possible, since this makes me pretty uncomfy, too.  So, in order to complete the changes, you’re going to need to ‘release’ him.  Drain the pipes, spank the monkey, you get it.  Sorry for the inconvenience...’”  Her voice trailed off as her eyes narrowed.  “Sorry for the inconvenience?”  She shouted, tearing the paper in half.
Ronald blinked in confusion.  “Uh, what?”  His dick twitched slightly at the thought of his sister bringing him to climax.  That would maybe almost make this situation worth it!
She knelt down, and he could almost feel her breath on his shaft.  “Ew.”  She muttered, looking at his groin.  “Are you...  Are you getting off to this?”
Ronald shrugged, trying not to think of how he could feel the fur on his new arms shift in response to that.  “I won’t say that I’m not.”
Linda glared at him, spitting on his cock.  His hips bucked slightly at the feeling of the fluid hitting his member, and he let out a sultry moan.  Almost immediately, Lina stood up, wiping her hands off on her pants.  “Nope.  No, no, nope.  Can’t do this.  I’m out.”  She started to walk in little circles, massaging her temples.
“You can’t just leave me like this!”  Ronald whined plaintively.  He looked up at her from his bound position, then shot a meaningful glance to his ursine arms.
Linda sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.  “Well, it’s not safe to let you go until the changes are done, and I’m not jacking you off, asshole.  Any better ideas?”