Trophy Cub - 19. A Growing Cub Needs to Eat

Mike was a little over a month along in his four-month journey toward his first werebear shift. Gunnar and Thomas had worked out a daily schedule that kept him busy and would develop his growing bear muscles. They also dealt with his ever-increasing werebear libido.

In a typical day, Gunnar would get up early and begin cooking breakfast. Some days Mike would eat a gallon of oatmeal and two pounds of bacon. Other days it would be twenty pancakes or waffles and two or three pounds of sausage patties. Occasionally, Gunnar would just brown up two pounds of loose crumbled sausage meat with three onions and five diced potatoes, then mix in two dozen whisked eggs and a half pound of cheddar cheese.

After breakfast, Mike’s sleep shorts would be tented, and Gunnar would have to take him back into the bedroom for a round or two of quick sex.

Following that, Thomas would take him outside to chop wood. Thomas and Mike would work together to drag a fallen tree from the woods to the cabin, and then Thomas would cut the logs with the chainsaw as quickly as he could while Mike wielded the axe, splitting the logs into firewood and kindling. By the end of January, Mike had chopped an additional cord of wood to add to the wood already chopped before Christmas. They didn’t plan on letting up on Mike once they had enough wood to last through winter; he needed the exercise to build his new werebear muscles and an outlet to burn energy.

Once Mike finished chopping wood, he would be feeling frisky again, and he’d usually end up bending Thomas over the chopping block, pounding away at his tail hole in the great outdoors like a cub on a mission.

Once he’d finished with both the firewood and Thomas, it was time to go inside for lunch. Gunnar would prepare a gallon of some sort of hearty soup, and Mike would polish that off along with a sleeve of crackers.

Following lunch, it would be time for hand-to-hand combat and wrestling training back outdoors with Gunnar. He taught Mike all the tricks and holds that werebears had been passing down from Papa to Cub for millennia, and while Mike still wasn’t able to beat his Papa in any practice matches yet, he was slowly getting better. Following several hours of sparring practice, Gunnar would bring him inside and back up to the bedroom for another afternoon romp or two and a nice winter nap while Thomas worked on preparing dinner.

Dinner varied each day, depending on what Thomas felt like making, but it was always heavy on protein and carbs.

Mike had already outgrown his old clothes, as well as the smallest set of new clothes that Gunnar had bought at Christmas. He was a few inches taller already, nearly as tall as Thomas, and his physique had filled out nicely. Gunnar was concerned that although Mike was bigger and had packed on muscle weight, he was still much too lean and needed to be putting on a heavier layer of fat in addition to the muscle or else his first shift would be difficult, so they increased the dinnertime carbs to compensate.

Mike’s chest and torso was already hairier now that they had been before, and he’d started sprouting blonde hair on his shoulders and upper back as well. Mike was pleased with his new height, musculature, and fur, but the thing that made him the proudest was the increasing size of his penis and testicles. He asked his Papa how big he was going to get, and Gunnar just shrugged and told him they’d have to wait and see in a few months.

Following dinner each night, Gunnar and Thomas would relax with a beer while Mike cleaned the dishes and the kitchen. After his chores were done, Mike would grab a beer for himself and cuddle with Gunnar on the couch until it was time for bed. Mike’s hard erection in his tented pants always pointed the way to the bedroom, and after the first couple of weeks, Gunnar found that it was easiest for both of them if he just allowed Mike to sleep spooned up against his back with Mike’s perpetually hard cock buried in his Papa’s ass. If Mike woke in the night, he could thrust himself to a quick orgasm within Gunnar’s warm hole and then go back to sleep, which is what he usually did two or three times each night until Gunnar woke in the morning to start the daily routine all over once again.

“Tell me what’s going to happen in a couple moths when I shift for the first time, Papa,” Mike said to Gunnar one afternoon near the end of February when the snow was coming down especially heavy, and they had been stuck inside for three endless days.

“Well, Cub,” Gunnar began, “It should take place between April 25^th and the 29^th because the process takes roughly four months, but February is a short month, so you’ll need to account for an extra couple of days in April.

“One morning, you’ll wake up with your skin feeling itchy. You’ll feel like going outside and rubbing your bare back up against the trunk of a tree it itches so bad. That’s how you know you’re close. Once you start feeling that itch, you’ll have twelve hours or less until the change.

“When the change starts, it begins with a different part of the body for every werebear. Sometimes, the nose changes into a bear’s nose first. Sometimes the fingernails fall out and claws extend from the fingertips. Sometimes the ears change shape and develop a layer of fuzz.

“For me, it was my cock, balls and tail. Bears have a bone in their penis called a baculum that extends during arousal to help maintain erections for longer periods of time. I was just sitting with my Papa feeling all itchy, when suddenly my baculum formed and my penis swelled to three times the size it was a moment before. My testicles swelled to the size of coconuts, and a stumpy tail grew out from the base of my tailbone. It was quite a shock for both of us!

“Hopefully, the weather will be milder at the end of April, because as soon as that first body part begins to change, we’re going to need to move you outside so that you’ll have extra room to shift. If we have to do it inside the cabin, you could end up breaking the furniture or knocking over the wood stove.

“You’ll need to remove all of your clothing so that it doesn’t constrict you or get torn. The first shift always takes the longest because not only are you changing into a bear, but your human body is also undergoing its final set of changes all at once. I’m not going to sugar coat it and tell you that it will be easy. The first shift is terribly painful, but it gets a lot easier over time until soon you won’t notice any pain at all.

“When it really begins, you will lose all your human teeth, and a set of bear fangs will replace them as your face elongates. Don’t worry, you’ll have a new set of human-looking werebear teeth after you shift back the first time. Fur will begin to erupt from every pore, and your ribcage will expand in size. Your ears will shift around to the top of your head as your skull cracks and reshapes itself. If your old nails haven’t already fallen out, they will now, and your hands and feet will change into paws with long, sharp claws.

“Finally, your shoulders and hips will change position so that it is comfortable for you to stand and move on all fours. Assuming that you are going to be a brown bear like me, a hump will form between your shoulder blades, your tail will grow out, and then if your genitals haven’t grown yet, they will do so last.

“As your penis and baculum grows to its full werebear size, which will be huge, and your testicles enlarge, you will have a spontaneous orgasm as your body expels the last of your human sperm. From that point on, you will only produce werebear sperm.

“At this point, your transformation is complete, and you will be able to both speak and understand the bear-language. Traditionally, immediately after completing the first shift, the cub’s Papa claims the right of first fuck. I will shift to my bear form and will mount you to mate with you as bear Papa and Cub for the first time. Once we have consummated the mating, I will stand in front of you and slowly begin shifting back to my human form. You will need to watch me closely and mirror each of my actions so that you can find your way back from bear to human the first time without getting lost or stuck along the way.

“After you have shifted back to human for the first time, we will finally get to see your new human body. You will probably have gained a little more height after the transformation, and the amount of body hair will be greatly increased. Your genitals won’t be as big as when you are a bear, but they will still be extra large by human standards. The re-shaping of your skull will cause your facial features to change. You won’t look exactly like you do now anymore but will look like a possible relative of your old self. You will be even more handsome, and you will have extremely masculine facial features just like me and Thomas. You will also most likely look a bit older than your current 24 years. You will appear to be anywhere from 35 to 55 years old and will remain that way for the rest of your life. It is even possible that you could have a few distinguished gray streaks in your hair or beard.

“Lastly, your lovely blue eyes may or may not change. My eyes were originally green, but became hazel following my first shift. Nils had the same blue eyes as you both as a human and as a werebear.

“The only thing that will not be permanent after your first shift is your level of body fat. The first shifts require a tremendous amount of energy, and they will burn through your stored calories like wildfire. In the next couple of months, we need to put a thick layer of body fat on you so that you have something to burn off during the shift without burning muscle, which is much more painful. When you shift back to human, you’ll be a bit more lean than normal, and you will probably even be able to see defined abdominal muscles, but that won’t last, and you’ll quickly add the normal layer of bear padding over your new physique.”

“Wow…” Mike replied after Gunnar finally finished his description of the first shift. “That sounds intense, but exciting. Just thinking about it makes me feel… hungry. And horny.”

Gunnar rolled his eyes and pushed his cub off the couch giving him a slap on the ass as he stood. “Of course it does. Get upstairs to the bedroom and I’ll be up there shortly to take care of one of those feelings, while Thomas gets started on dinner to take care of the other.”

****

Kane sat in his office in the pack house in front of his computer screen. He had called a video conference with all the Wisconsin and Minnesota pack Alphas who were strict adherents to the old laws of the God of the Moon.

His pack’s hunters had spent the last three months combing the lands north and west of Marinette, which was the last known location of the heretic bears and the pack’s human pet with no success. A weaker Alpha may have given up by now, but to Kane it was the principle that mattered most.

The heathen pack in the Chicago area and their Alpha, Apollo, had interfered and prevented the execution of the traitorous Omega, Pip, and the four blasphemous female-impersonating wolves who had assisted the bears in the act of stealing their pet. Nick had barely escaped, and six of his pack’s wolves were now being held in a Lycan Council penitentiary. Kane would deal with the Council for holding his brothers as political prisoners in due time, but this occurrence made it clear that the packs in Wisconsin and Minnesota would not be receiving assistance from the secular packs outside of their range. It was time for the holy soldiers of the God of the Moon to put aside their own differences and join as one, so Kane had organized and assembled today’s video conference.

“Brother Alphas,” Kane began, “I have assembled you all here by video conference so that we can discuss the recent atrocities inflicted upon my pack, which by association, pose a threat to your packs as well.”

“What atrocities, Kane?” Alpha Jonah replied cockily, “Your females have been gossiping with mine. You had a group of drag queens put on a Lady Gaga show on the edge of your territory during a full moon. Then, you got your asses kicked trying to chase them down when they were done. I’d hall that humiliating for you, but not an atrocity.”

A commotion of comments, laughter, and criticisms overlapping each other from he assembled Alphas briefly disrupted the meeting.

“With all due respect, Alpha Jonah,” Kane snapped, “You are judging the situation based on the word of the females?”

The assembly grew quiet, and Kane continued.

“Those abominations you mentioned were simply a diversion from the true heresy, and we were unsuccessful in capturing them because they had a team of heavily armed paramilitary humans with them who opened fire with rifles as soon as we began to give chase. The true story is that while we were on the western edge of our border, preparing to cross the boundary and rip out the throats of those so called ‘drag queens’ once they challenged or provoked us, the real atrocity was a pair of trespassing werebears who entered the halls of our sacred pack house to commit vandalism, theft, and subversion of our pack Omega.

“These nasty, cunning werebears were able to escape my hunters, and the traitor Omega is even now being offered shelter by the heathen Chicago pack Alpha, Apollo. When we attempted to retrieve our Omega for punishment as commanded by the God of the Moon, the Chicago pack attacked and captured six of my wolves who are now being held as prisoners of the Lycan Council!”

The assembly grumbled their concern over this news and Kane briefly paused his address to the Alphas.

“This is concerning, Alpha Kane,” Alpha Maxwell commented, “You say that the werebears committed vandalism and theft as well. What exactly did they steal?”

“They stole the pack’s pet human,” Kane replied, “Who had been painstakingly groomed and trained over the last year and a half to reach the status of Lure for our games. The first human Lure in one hundred years. This theft represents more than the mere loss of one animal, it represents the loss of many lycan hours of training and investment. It also represents the heresy that filthy bears breached the sanctity of our home.

“These bears have still not been apprehended, and as we speak, they may be hiding out near your territory, planning their next strike. Who knows what property of yours they will attempt to steal next, or what blasphemous means they will use as the next diversion?”

The assembly erupted in outbursts again as the Alphas expressed their concerns and outrage over top of one another until Alpha Jonah raised his hand to calm the group.

“Your reason for calling this assembly is justified, Alpha Kane,” Jonah said. “I offer my apologies for my earlier comments. I believe that we can all agree to increase our territorial patrols for the near future to prevent a repeat of this incident, and we will be more aware of the true intentions of any diversionary tactics along our borders. Is there anything you require from the assembly to assist with rectifying your pack’s insult?”

“I am sending each of you security camera footage of the two bears in question, along with the human that they have stolen. For now, I simply ask you to share these images with your hunters and patrols. If you see either of those bears or the human near your territory, please inform me of their location, and grant me permission to transport the males of my pack into your vicinity to extract our retribution and retrieve our property.”

“That sounds acceptable,” Alpha Jonah replied, “By voice vote, are all in agreement?”

“Aye,” the assembled Alphas cried in unison.

“We will await your camera footage Alpha Kane and we will report any sight of these heretics to you immediately,” Alpha Maxwell stated. “Do you have anything further that you wish to discuss?”

“Yes, there is,” Kane replied. “There’s still the matter of six of my brothers being held as political prisoners by the Lycan Council. For too long we have stood by while this secular Council has allowed the wolf-kind to drift farther and farther away from the laws of the God of the Moon. It starts with just six wolves, but how long before the Council passes judgement against the rest of us for our deeply held beliefs? I say to you, my fellow Alphas, once we have dealt with this minor bear problem, if we joined together as one unified front, we could lay siege to the Council and eradicate them once and for all. Then, nothing would be able to stop our holy army from sweeping through all of the heretic packs in North America and convert them by force to the one true lycan religion!”

“What you say bears much consideration,” Alpha Maxwell commented after Kane had finished speaking. “I agree that we have lived in the shadows of lycan society for too long and it is high time that the other packs were shown the true path. I suggest we take time to confer on this subject individually with our ranking officers and then re-convene in the spring to determine a course of action.

“If there is no further business, I call this meeting adjourned.”

One by one, the camera feeds for the assembled Alphas went black. Kane turned off his own camera and leaned back in his chair. Those bears could not hide from the combined power of all the forces of the God of the Moon. Sooner or later, they will have to emerge from their hiding place, and when they do, the jaws of justice will be ready to snap closed around their throats. Once those pests were dealt with, it would be time to replace the worthless Lycan Council with a ruling body more in line with the God of the Moon’s will.

If Kane planned his next steps carefully and chose the correct allies, he could very easily position himself to become the first lycan Emperor, ruler of all North America and eventually the world!