(Man to Female Bear)


Ronald bit his lip.  She’d probably kick his ass for this, but...  “You could always put your panties on my dick and give me a footjob?”
Linda’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as she struggled for a retort.  Finding none, she did her best to pick up her slack jaw.  “I can’t believe I’m even considering this.”  Ronnie felt his pulse race; today might not be a total loss.
“And I can’t believe you’ve changed me into some freak of nature.”  He drawled, rolling his eyes.  “Let’s think about which one of us ended up with the short straw, hm?”  Honestly, his sister could be so thick sometimes.
His dare pushed her over the edge.  “Short straw?  Short straw??  That’s it, I’m fucking finishing this.”  Linda rolled up her sleeves, pulling her panties out of the Ziploc bag.  She took off her shoes and socks, then walked purposefully over to Ronald.
Despite everything that had happened, Ronald was as attentive as he’d ever been.  He wet his lips slightly with anticipation as she cloaked his member in her panties, then applied rough pressure with the ball of her foot.
It was bliss, for lack of a better term.
“Y-you know, you could get a job doing this.”  Ronald groaned, bucking slightly.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”  Linda’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she increased the pressure.
If it was an attempt to get revenge, it was a poor one.  As she pushed further against him, he could feel more and more of her, and it was driving him wild.  Ronald began to buck at the air, his eyes squeezed shut as a magical ghost entered the room, screaming something along the lines of “I sense her ship!”  And indeed, Ronald’s ship as a man had sailed.  He opened an eye to find with each of the ghost’s cries, his sack was deflating more, his cock shrinking with each howl.
His balls shrank into his body, leaving behind a dripping slit, the ghost having gotten good and up in this business.  He frowned as his cockhead continued its course into him, his cockhead reshaping to a small, sensitive clitoris.  Loathe though he was to admit it, he was now a she.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing, and Ronald became acutely aware of how hot the ectoplasm was on her chest.  Linda followed her sister’s gaze and scowled.
“I’ll need to wash that up.”  She muttered, glancing at stomach, then at her brush.  Then, she blinked, grinning evilly.  “Actually, Ronnie...”
That look couldn’t be good.  “What?”  Ronald—Ronnie frowned.
She didn’t respond, moving over to one of the bound girl’s arms and pushing the restraint closer to her ectoplasm-covered hips.  She repeated the process with her other arm.
“What?”  Ronnie repeated herself more insistently.
“Stick out your tongue.”  Linda commanded.
Ronnie gave her a funny look, but obliged.  Before she could react, her sister grabbed it with one hand and dusted it frantically with the brush.  She gagged at the feeling of the soft bristles playing across her taste buds; mixed with the taste of old facial powder.  To the bear-girl’s surprise, her tongue began to lengthen, flattening out in her mouth and narrowing at the tip until it reached well below her chin.
Linda nodded with satisfaction, pulling away.  She pointed to the puddle of ectoplasm on Ronnie’s chest.  “Lick it up.”
Wait, what?  Ronnie blinked with disbelief, waggling her tongue left and right as she tried to fit her longer tongue in her mouth.  “Whud?”  She gave voice to her thoughts, giving up on her futile efforts to rein her tongue under control.
“You heard me.  Be a good little girl and lick it up.”  Linda waved dismissively.  “You made your mess, now clean it.”
Tears misted Ronnie’s eyes as she shook her head desperately.  Linda could be vindictive, but she wasn’t serious, right?  How could she be willing to subject her to something so... so wrong?  Tears started forming away at the corners of her eyes as she contemplated even trying to make her tongue touch the ghost’s goo.
Linda angled the brush at her.  “You want me to finish these changes, you lick it up.  Unless you want me to leave you a freak like this?  I’d imagine there’s quite a few people who’d pay handsomely to fuck you until you’re raw.”
Ronnie had to admit, her sister was a great motivator.  Still a bitch, but one hell of a motivator.  She blinked away tears as she slowly lowered her head, her tongue flicking out against the goo on her chest.  She immediately regretted not including more fruits in her diet, gagging at how thick it was.  Because as is known, ectoplasm goes down thicker to those without a healthy diet.  Ronnie gave her sister a pleading glance only to receive an unforgiving stare in return.
She rolled her tongue, swallowing her load.  She made a face as it ran down her throat, its salty tang still rolling across her taste bugs.  Ronnie closed her mouth around her tongue, shaking her head slightly; then she returned to the task at hand, longer and longer licks clearing up the patches of goo on her chest.  It was humiliating, degrading, and utterly disgusting.  But unless she wanted to remain a freak, she had to keep licking.  Besides, if her sister made good on her threat, she’d be licking up someone else’s cum.  At least this was her own, which made the load much easier to swallow.
The worst part of it was how her tongue would occasionally grace the edges of her slit, and she could feel it ache with need.  She hated to admit how her folds quivered at the approaching warmth; and the dampness around her pussy wasn’t entirely due to her wet tongue.  The bear-girl continued to lap away at the last vestiges of her manhood, holding back the retching until she was done, thick ropes of semen trailing down her throat.
Ronnie whimpered, looking up at her captor, her bear tongue dripping strings of drool under her chin.  At least, she hoped it was just drool.  “Dohn.  Caah you juth get thith over with?”  She slurred.  That was probably the worst experience of her life, she doubted it could get worse from here.
Linda was more than happy to oblige.  She leaned in close, sliding the brush over her restrained sister’s cheeks.  Ronnie worked her jaw from side to side, cracking the new bones even as her nose joined the top of her jaw, flattening out on her face.  The skin on her cheeks grew longer and flabby, a pair of jowls hanging on either side of her face.
With each pass, her jowls grew hairier, stretching as her mouth pushed away from her body.  Beneath that, her teeth grew thick and long, fangs meant to chow down on mammalian prey.  Linda teased Ronnie’s nose with the bristles, smiling as the skin there turned black and moist.  That was an entirely unsettling sensation, to have a part of her constantly feeling cold and damp.  The bridge expanded, the tip sinking back into the changing girl’s muzzle to complete her snout.
Ronnie breathed in deeply, her mind awash with the new odors she could detect.  She flicked her tongue across her nose and regretted it almost instantly.  Her senses were flooded with not only the woodsy scent of her new breath, but also her sweet and salty tang of semen.  She snorted shaking her head as Linda chuckled.  The bitch had noticed the sensation and was laughing at her!
She glared at Linda from behind her muzzle.  “Bitch.”  She snarled.  She blinked with joy as she realized her voice was unimpaired, despite the changes to her mouth.  “Hey, I can talk again!”  She prepared to unleash a verbal tirade up on her sister, but Linda’s shock at the first swear had worn off.
“Not for long.”  The girl snarled, her hand darting below Ronnie’s throat to swipe at her throat.  Ronnie started choking as her neck expanded, her esophagus and vocal chords broadening to match.  As the merciless strokes continued, she could feel her larger neck grow a scarf of long, brown fur.
Ronnie looked up at her sister, letting out a low growl.  While that may not have been how to pronounce ‘uptight thundercunt’, it got the message across well enough.  She continued to snarl as her sister laughed demurely.  Linda smirked, then bent down to tickle Ronnie’s toes with the bristles.  They’d grown up together, and apparently Ronnie’s weak spots were the same as when she’d been male.
Snarls turned to small snurfs of laughter as Ronnie squirmed at her restraints.  Her weak spots might have been the same, but there were definitely far more sensitive.  With each flare of her nerves, the soles of her feet swelled into pads.  Each sweep of the brush brought about another peal of bear-like laughter and more and more fur, like a thick pair of wooly socks.  Her toes puffed out, the nails becoming claws to match those on the changing girl’s hands.
Linda then turned her work to Ronnie’s breasts, which was probably the most conflicting experience she’d had that day, maybe worse than the footjob.  On the one hand, it was nice to see her huge breasts sink into her body.  On the other hand, it meant she was continuing her change into an animal.  Still, she didn’t have much of a say in the matter.  She could only watch as fur swept first from her nipples, as though they were kinky tassels.  Her chest had shrunk slightly, but she still had a set of double d knockers, even as she slowly grew a fur coat.
Now that the changes happening closer to Ronnie’s face, she could see them better.  It was almost like someone was running a magnet over iron shavings; the fur sprang up to meet the bristles, each stroke pulling the hairs out farther from Ronnie’s skin until they were the proper length, about four inches long.  The longer her fur got, the hotter Ronnie felt, and she started to pant to cool herself down.
She was astonished at how well it worked, a wave of cold rushing across her body as though she was under a fan.  Even as the brush continued to tease her stomach, she was fine—though only in terms of heat.  She definitely wasn’t fine with her gut expanding, the extra nipples appearing on her chest, or the feeling of her torso expanding against the cool floor.  The changes continued to mercilessly assail her body, and she found herself taking deeper and deeper breaths to calm herself down.  Little did she know that was also because of her lungs expanding behind her ribcage.  She looked pleadingly at her sister, no longer sure if she wanted to see the changes through to their fruition.

Linda smirked as Ronnie gasped for air beneath her.  She made eye contact briefly and felt a thrill of sympathy run through her body.  She wasn’t sure if she could keep changing her new sister if she kept looking at her like that.  Linda bit her lower lip anxiously, glancing away from her sister.  She couldn’t do this, couldn’t go through with changing an innocent girl into an animal.
Her eyes wandered across the room, searching for an answer.  Then, they alighted on her panties.  Linda felt a familiar cold rage settle within her heart.  That’s right; she wasn’t changing just any girl into a bear.  This bear-to-be was her brother—sister—jackass of a sibling.  She glanced back to the girl, frowning as her eyes made contact with her sister’s, a pair of pleading limpid pools of blue.
Linda dusted over her sister’s eyes with the brush, smiling as Ronnie blinked rapidly, her blue giving way to dull, dilated brown.  Linda smiled and nodded to herself.  That was better, she could deal with looking into those.  Ronnie continued to blink, snorting and growling as she no doubt tried to process her change in vision.
Well, maybe she could help with that.  Linda rubbed the brush in long, smooth circles along her sister’s head, watching the girl’s brown hair recede into her scalp.  Ronnie was lucky in a way, she wouldn’t need to deal with hairstyles, plus she’d even have occasionally groomers to take care of her fur.  Although that fur did come at a cost.
Ronnie growled, clenching her jaw shut as her skull expanded uncomfortably.  She twitched her head from side to side, her bones cracking loudly as they shifted.  Linda noticed her sister’s discomfort.  She could ease up on the brushing for a bit, give the girl more time to adapt.  Or...
The brush played across Ronnie’s shoulders, her chest, her entire torso.  Linda grinned from ear to ear as she worked quickly and efficiently; the changes seemed to speed up with the brush’s speed, and she wanted these changes to be as quick as possible.  Ronnie groaned again and Linda hurriedly stepped off of her, just in time.
Ronnie’s body shuddered and spasmed as the changes swept across her uncontrollably.  Her shoulders arched as they popped into a place more suited for her new four-legged posture, her body expanding uncontrollably to fit her new form as a large predator.  Linda watched as the girl’s hips cracked, her body now suited for four-legged movement.
The bear before her was almost complete, her lower half human except for a pair of paws where her feet should have been.  Linda paused for thought at that; it looked like a girl had slipped on an extremely realistic bear costume, but had left her pants at home.  It was an amusing thought, but there was the issue of her undeniable nudity.
Linda sighed, and knelt down to her sister’s groin.  For some odd reason, this seemed a lot more appropriate than when the girl was still male.  Linda trailed the brush along her sister’s new girl parts, doing her best to ignore how the brush grew more and more damp with each stroke.  Ronnie’s vagina darkened, growing a thick, mahogany carpet.
Linda was methodical with her strokes, keeping sure to focus the changes on the girl’s groin.  Her sister’s ass toughened up, muscle replacing the fat as she was left with the rump of a bear.  Linda paused her motions with the brush for a moment, running her fingers through the fur around her sister’s nether regions, making sure the equipment there was in the correct location.
After a few moment’s inspection, she nodded, looking Ronnie in her eyes.  “Looks like everything checks out!  I’ll have to make sure a vet gets a good look at you, but at least you won’t need to worry about any tearing when...  Actually, I’ll keep that a surprise.”
Her sister growled, and Linda slapped the bear on her nose.  “No!  Bad!”  Ronnie whimpered, her ears drooping slightly at Linda’s tone.  Shouting wasn’t punishment enough, though.  Linda trailed the brush in small concentric circles around the girl’s waist.
Ronnie roared as her hips cracked and popped, reconfiguring her for her new typical four-legged movement.  They expanded to match the rest of her body, and she twisted at her restraints desperately.  Linda chuckled.  “Wow, that looks uncomfy.”
The bear glared at her, as if to say ‘No, you think?’  Ronnie huffed, but her growls turned to whimpers as Linda brought the brush back to her groin, teasing it into her canal.  She was going to make Ronnie the most fertile bear in the zoo, ripe for the picking.  The bear gasped for breath, desperate for a release which Linda didn’t feel in the mood to give.
She pulled the brush away, instead painting over her legs with the brush’s damp bristles.  Any concerns that the wetness of the brush would affect its performance were soon dispelled as her thighs bulked up, soon covered by rolling waves of brown fur.  Linda teased the brush down Ronnie’s slender legs, grinning as they twisted into thicker ursine limbs.  She couldn’t help but take some joy in being more fit than her sister, even though the girl’s undeniably attractive legs were Linda’s doing in the first place.
Finally done, Linda sighed with relief, standing up to admire her handiwork.  Thick limbs, a shaggy coat, predator’s muzzle...  She was damn good.  Before her lay a fully grown, restrained brown bear.
Only...  Wasn’t Ronnie supposed to be a grizzly?  She looked back at the manual to find some fine print in the bottom.  ‘The end bear will vary, but it should still be sexually compatible with Blackbeard.  If not, give us a ring and we’ll try and work a little magic*.  Keep up the good work!’
Linda blinked as she reread the text, searching for where the asterisk led.  She found it by turning the paper upside down, a new paragraph of finer print coming into her vision as the light hit the page.
‘*Just don’t think that you’ll be getting our services for such a heavy discount again.  We’re a business after all: start paying us within a week of your next paycheck or we’ll start including you in our acts.  Nothing personal, and if you’d rather pay your debts that way, we’d be game for that.’
Linda scowled.  Like hell she’d do that.  No sooner had the thoughts left her mind than a new line of text appeared on the paper.
‘Well, you can’t blame us for trying.’
Linda was torn between scowling and smirking.  Those guys definitely had her on the ropes, and now she had all the more reason to motivate the brown bear to ‘get along’ with Blackbeard.  After all, if she was able to keep the old grizzly alive the zoo would practically throw a raise at her.  Old Blackbeard was a personal favorite of the manager.
It was time for Linda to stop using magic and start using her own talents.  She stretched slightly, then knelt down by Ronnie’s side.  One by one, the bindings were slipped off by her slim fingers.  As she removed the last one, the bear stood to her full height, almost as tall as the athletic girl.  It was still an improvement over Ronald’s height, made more impressive by hundreds of pounds of animal muscle.  The brown bear growled menacingly.
Linda smirked, rolling her shoulders.  “You want some?  Try it.  I’ve beaten down Old Blackbeard.  Little bitch like you won’t stand a chance.”  Linda saw the bear tense, and she planned out her next move: to intimidate and restrain her sister almost immediately.
Ronnie started to swing one of her clawed paws at Linda, only to have her large wrist caught in one hand.  Before the bear could blink, the girl had her other hand around her animal throat, clutching it so tightly even a bear could feel it.  Linda could feel her sister’s heart race, see the fear in her eyes.  She drank it in like ambrosia.
“Move and I crush your windpipe like an egg.”  Of course she couldn’t; but there was something to be said about knowing more than your opponent.  Ronnie relaxed her arms and Linda loosened her grip.  Ronnie always was a dumbass.  Too many action movies.  “Atta girl.  Now, think.  I’m the only one who can change you back.”
Ronnie blinked slowly, then tried to nod.  Linda realized her grip made it a hard action, but she didn’t care too much.  Enough of a nod was conveyed that she could continue.
“And in order to change you back, I need money.  The kind of money I’ll get if you fuck Blackbeard.”  She didn’t give the bear time to process that, tightening her grip as she continued.  “And if you don’t fuck him, I’ll fund a better use for you.  I could always use a new fur coat, especially after you sold my hoodies.  Don’t try to deny that, by the way.  It won’t end well.”
Ronnie whimpered, but offered no resistance.
“Ah, and now you see the nature of your troubles.  Morbid as it is, the zoo has plenty of traxedermists on call.  It wouldn’t be too hard to call in a favor from one of them, you know.  I’ll get some tools, a nice paring knife.  But don’t worry.  I won’t kill you at first.”  Her tone turned icy, each word dripping with venom.
A sadistic smile spread across her face as realization dawned on the bear’s face.
“Yeah, that’s right.  You reject him, you hurt him, you misbehave in any way and I’ll make sure you suffer.  You’ll be alive and awake for every second of it.  And that goes double for the zookeepers.”  Linda paused, considering her new acquaintances.  “Actually, I won’t even need to call in a favor from any taxidermists.  You see, I know people.  Magic people.  I think we’ll be able to make you a stuffed trophy without any issues.
“Can you imagine that, Ronnie?  Can you imagine?  Your muscles and veins turning to cotton stuffing, your eyes becoming dark and glassy.  I’ll let you keep your nerves, though.  You’ll be a prisoner in your own body, trapped to feel, see, hear everything around you but be unable to do a thing.  Hell, I might maybe make you into a teddy bear; shrink you into such a small and insignificant form that nobody will ever give you a second glance.  Each and every second of each and every day, you’ll be drowning in cotton, unable to do anything but lie there on my nightstand.”
Ronnie whined, her ears flat against her head as she tried to plead forgiveness.  Linda was good at reading animals, but Ronnie made it obvious to anyone, using an amalgamation of human and ursine behavior.  Her paws were pressed together as though she was praying, and her dark brown eyes misted with tears as she tried to appeal to her sister’s kinder side.
Still, forgiveness would be a long time in coming, and in this matter Linda had less humanity than her animal sibling.  Still, she had to recognize the girl’s attempt to apologize.  Slowly, she let go of Ronnie’s throat.  “You get some mercy.  I’m offering to change you back after your time is up.  But you don’t get off easy.  You hurt me, cost me money.  And unless you get me that money back, I’m going to hurt you.  Got it?”
Ronnie nodded fearfully, falling back to her forepaws as someone knocked on the door.  Linda whirled, hurriedly grabbing all of Ronald’s things and tossing them in an empty cabinet.  As she worked, she hissed over her shoulder.  “I forgot there was a vet coming here today!  You get on the table and play nice!”  She scooped up the last scraps of his clothing, hurriedly tossing them in the cupboard along with the restraints.  “Or else!”  She added unnecessarily.
Another knock came at the door.  Linda brushed her hair back into shape, pocketing the brush and instructions.  “Coming!”  She called, unlocking the door to find a very familiar face before her.
“Mom?”  Linda blinked in surprise.  Wasn’t her mom supposed to be out touring a zoo tod—oh.  The girl managed to quickly recover, and smiled as she waved her mother into the room.  “I had no idea you were going to come to our zoo today!”
Her mother smiled, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.  “To tell you the truth, I was supposed to go to one of the inner city zoos, but then I remembered you were working at Roppert!  ‘I’ll definitely have to go to that’, I said, and so here I am!”  She glanced over her daughter’s shoulder to see the bear, hurriedly popping behind the door with a squeak.  “I thought you were handling a bird today!  What are you doing with such a wild animal?”
Oh, if only she knew how wild that ‘animal’ was.  Linda smiled, jerking her thumb over her shoulder.  “I took care of the bird already.  This here’s a brown bear, and I was really hoping you could help me examine her...”