Night of the Werebear
Wandering alone in the woods at the middle of the night always was a risk, and it was a risk that Max was all too aware of when he decided to trek down a trail all by his lonesome. Surely those rumors of bear sightings were just that: rumors. Surely, he thought, he had nothing to worry about while he made his way through the trail. Surely, he thought, he would have a nice, hour-or-so-long stroll through the trees, enjoy the ambience, and head home none the worse for wear.
Well, that's what he thought before he was jumped by a bear.
Though he managed to escape the beast's grasp with only a minor nip on his cheek to show for it, that little nip was enough to turn an already hectic (to say the least) night on its head.
As he laid upon the ground, scrambling away from the bear that now stood and watched him with an eager gaze, the nipped cheek of his began to grow hairier, rapidly spreading across his face while his nose turned black and leathery, his mouth and nose beginning to push outward with the sound of popping and crackling bones. His body quickly began to bulk up, his clothes growing tighter and tighter as he grit his increasingly sharp teeth, grunting as he was overwhelmed by his suddenly shifting form.
His hands swelled, his palms and fingertips puffing outward into a set of leathery brown paws. He could feel something similar happening to his feet, though when he looked down, all he could see were his shoes bulging as his feet expanded within. Though he tried to kick them off, his feet were simply too big, and there was only one way those shoes were coming off now. Before he could focus on that, however, he noticed that his body wasn't just growing bulkier in terms of muscle, but also in terms of fat. His belly ballooned beneath his shirt, finally popping apart the buttons and revealing his gut, now covered in an ashy brown fur. He curiously ran a paw across it, noting that his fingernails had darkened, sharpening into a ferocious set of claws.
His pants, meanwhile, were strained as tight as they could possibly be. His belt burst, the seat of his pants split open, the seams of the pant legs popped, all revealing more and more of his increasingly ursine form. His legs were mostly covered in the same kind of brown fur that was spreading across the rest of his body, and his butt had ballooned quite a bit. Looking back behind him, he spotted that a tiny, fluffy tail had sprouted above his bulbous rear, which had now split apart his underwear.
His hair receded, the dirty blond replaced with a thinner layer of brown fur as the rest of his head was covered in a similar layer. His eyes began to shift from their natural blue to a monstrous yellow as his neck thickened, his shoulders growing more broad as his arms grew longer, his legs looking a little short in comparison to the rest of his form; even more fitting for the bear he was becoming. His ears grew rounder and migrated toward the top of his head as the fur coat continued its march across his body. He grunted, standing on two feet and looking down at his changing body in amazement. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"I'm... A bear?!" He said, clasping his hands over his new ursine muzzle at the sound of his new voice. It was deep, bassy, a little gravelly, fitting for his monstrous form.
"A werebear," corrected the bear from before in a similar tone, "and an excellent one at that. Hope you enjoy that new form, 'cause you're gonna be in it for a while!"I really, really love bears. Surprised I've never been drawn as one before until now, but hey, better late than never! This piece is made using a base created by the excellent
BearHybrid! I love when artists release things as bases that we can experiment with, like with this one. I used a brush style to make the fur growth look nice and patchy, which I would love to use for more things like this. Base artwork by
BearHybridColoring by
WatermelontheGecko
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Brown Bear
Size 1695 x 2174px
File Size 2.67 MB
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