Bear Virus: Chapter 1 - Patient Zero

I've been working on this story off and on for a while now, and figured I might as well start posting chapters. It's a commission for one of my regulars over the years, so you might see some familiar themes here and there. There's seven chapters at the moment, with more coming as I can write them. Hope you enjoy it!

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Tony took a tissue from the box next to him, blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time that day, and tossed the wadded mess towards the trash, where it joined the others littered on the floor beside his desk. He wasn’t going to complain about getting to stay home from school at least. Tony was a senior in high school, and there were just a couple more months left before graduation. Pretty much everyone his age was coasting through. So he was browsing sites on the internet, looking at porn, though looking at porn was always a bittersweet exercise for Tony. At five foot four and around 150 pounds soaking wet, Tony wasn’t quite happy with where puberty had left him. His doctor insisted that he was still probably going to catch up in the next year or two, but he was pretty much the smallest guy in his entire grade. Even though he was eighteen, he regularly got mistaken for a freshman in the halls, and hated it. He couldn’t wait to kiss high school good bye, but he also didn’t expect college would be much better. Add onto that, that he was gay, though still mostly in the closet, and he was more than happy to stay home whenever he could.

He checked his phone, and saw he’d gotten another message from Bruce. Bruce was probably his best friend in school, and one of the few people that Tony had told about his homosexuality. Bruce was cool with it, and confessed that he was bisexual himself, which didn’t help, because Tony had always had a bit of a crush on his friend. Bruce though didn’t seem to think of him in the same way, and when he confessed to Tony about all the buff, well developed guys on the football team who would let Bruce suck them off in the locker room on occasion, he couldn’t help but feel even more alienated. Things had been a bit weird between them ever since, mostly from Tony’s side, but he did his best to keep the friendship going. Bruce would be going to school across the country from him in a few months anyway, there was no reason to burn a bridge until then.

There was a message notification that popped up on his computer. Tony checked it, and saw it was from a friend of his on the internet, someone he’d met on a forum for guys who fantasized about transforming their bodies, whether through conventional, or more fantastical and supernatural means. Some guys liked to roleplay a bit, and Tony enjoyed it, but this fellow, FormCaster as he called himself, it was hard to tell if he was taking it seriously, or taking it literally. The two of them chatted for a bit, with Tony telling him he was home from school, alone, and suggested a roleplay, when FormCaster told him he had a better idea. Something he’d been working on for years was finally ready to be tested--and he wanted Tony to be a guinea pig. It seemed silly to turn down a roleplay, only to launch immediately into fantasy, but Tony played along, accepted the offer, and FormCaster sent him a link. Tony clicked it, an odd file opened, there was a flash on the screen, and then his computer zapped his hand through the keyboard, making him jump back. As quick as it had happened, the screen returned to normal, and Tony asked FormCaster what that was all about, and if he’d just sent Tony a virus. FormCaster just told him to be patient, and maybe turn on his webcam too.

Tony didn’t turn his webcam on for anyone--he didn’t want people to know what he actually looked like, just what he wanted to look like. His fingers were still a bit tingly, and he could feel the small hairs on his arms rising slightly--and then he sneezed, a massive one that sent him scooting back in his chair.

He’d been feeling better bit by bit over the course of the day, but suddenly, his symptoms felt so much worse. He sneezed again, then coughed, and felt his gut start to twist in nausea. He tried to get over to the computer and demand an answer, but the best he could do was crawl onto his bed where he clutched his knees up to his body, shuddering, shaking, coughing and groaning as something worked its way through his body, from head to toe. The headache got so bad for a little while that Tony thought he might have passed out, but the worst of the symptoms started to ease off as quickly as they’d come over him, leaving him panting and sweating on his bed, wondering what on earth that had been.

After a few minutes, he felt well enough to uncurl from his position on the bed, swing his legs over the side, and stand up, only to be hit by a new sense of dizziness--only this time, it had nothing to do with his cold. He was just...too high. Everything in his room looked a bit off all of a sudden, just because he was looking at it from six inches higher or so. He looked down at himself, and he could see that his thin, hairless body from half an hour ago was gone, replaced by, well, the sort of body that he’d always wanted to have, in all honesty. He rushed out of his room and into the bathroom, where in the mirror he found himself looking at a rather cubbish version of himself. Full black beard, a thick muscular chest with a decent coating of hair, thick arms, a solid gut with a thick treasure trail leading down to a thick bush and cock at least a couple inches longer than what he’d been packing before. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, it had to be some sort of hallucination, or delusion, or something, but then he remembered that odd spark, and what FormCaster had said about the webcam--and realized he must have had something to do with this.

He returned to his computer, and saw a few messages from FormCaster asking if he was alright, and Tony replied that he was, and turned on his webcam. Needless to say, FormCaster was rather impressed, and pleased to see that his little spell had worked like a charm. Tony was full of questions--how long would it last (permanent, according to FormCaster), whether other people would recognize him like this (reality would adjust around him, though it might be a little slow catching up at times), and whether he could get, well, more (FormCaster seemed reluctant--it was just a test after all, and he wasn’t sure the spell was totally finished yet). 

As they finished up their chat, Tony checked his phone and saw a collection of messages from Bruce, including...well, a dick pic. Bruce had never sent him a dick pic before, and when he scrolled through the rest of the messages, he realized what reality was filling in--Bruce and Tony had gone from friends, to boyfriends, since this change had happened. 

It made sense, really. Tony was definitely Bruce’s type after all, and according to FormCaster, the spell did it’s best to twist reality so that the subject’s desires would be fulfilled--and Tony had always had a thing for his burly friend. Bruce was asking if it was alright to stop by after school, and Tony told him to come on by--he only lived ten minutes away, and was feeling much better. Whatever virus he’d been dealing with seemed to have been eliminated from his system with his change, which was a nice bonus. He told FormCaster this, and got swamped by another bunch of questions about the state of his health, but Tony didn’t see those. Bruce was knocking on the door. Tony went down, answered it, pulled his boyfriend up to his room, and the two of them collapsed on the bed, kissing and fondling one another eagerly.

It didn’t take Bruce long to work himself lower, find Tony’s rock hard cock, and slip it into his mouth. For Tony, this was both the first time he’d ever gotten a blowjob, and also probably the fiftieth time Bruce had sucked him off. He could remember them better now, Bruce sneaking into the locker room at school after practice, Tony still sweaty and dirty from the field, horny as hell after all that football contact, eager for Bruce’s throat. 

The dizziness came back as Tony got closer to orgasm, the headache too. Maybe his cold wasn’t quite done with him after all. He pushed through it, came down Bruce’s throat, and his boyfriend swallowed the whole load like a champ. Bruce tried to stand up, but stumbled, sneezed, and fell to the floor. Tony, flung himself over the side of the bed in time to see the changes start to ripple their way across Bruce’s body right in front of his eyes. In a matter of moments, Bruce went from a rather average looking high school senior to a burly man just like Tony was--only not quite exactly. 

He hadn’t grown all that much taller for one thing, though he was looking quite a bit beefier. Not as much muscle, but a little more chub in the gut and the chest than Tony’s change had done. He had a thick goatee around his mouth instead of a full beard, and when he sat up, coughing a bit like he was trying to clear a tickle from his throat, he looked up at Tony on the bed with a bit of confusion. “Uh...Tony? What...happened to you?”

Tony didn’t know what he meant, until he checked himself out in the bathroom a moment later, and saw that, well, he had changed again. He’d added another six inches of height, now well over six feet, more muscle, another layer of hair, and his beard was probably an inch longer--way larger than a high schooler ought to be able to grow, but...he was still in high school. Bruce on the other hand, was not.

Bruce took the changes better than Tony had expected. If anything, he seemed excited and plenty turned on by his new body, even though Tony knew it wasn’t quite the body the old Bruce would have wanted. He was balding already, and checking his driver’s license, he saw that he was now twenty-three years old. Definitely not in high school anymore, and not in college either, as far as his new memories could tell him. 

Tony sat back down at his computer, and saw that FormCaster was freaking out about the fact that he was sick...and Tony pieced together why. The magic, in order to be transmitted over the internet, needed to be a computer virus--except to magic, any virus is, well, a virus. The magic had reacted to his body’s immune system, mutated, and, well, now the changes were contagious. FormCaster had no idea what this would do, how long it would last, what the effects might be. “I think, I just infected you with a virus.”

“What?”

This...friend of mine, he was gonna cast a spell on me. I know, it’s whatever, but he’s freaking out that I was sick, and says that I might be contagious. I think you caught these changes from me.”

“Fuck, I did feel kind of sick a second ago, but I feel fine now.” Bruce looked up at the clock and swore. “I’m gonna be late!”

“Late?” Tony asked.

“For work!” Bruce pulled on his clothes, similar to the ones he’d arrived in, though sized up to fit his frame. He dug around in his bag and hauled out his work t-shirt, with the name of the little coffee shop where he worked on it. 

“Bruce, we...we gotta figure this out, you can’t just leave, we don’t know what’s going on yet.”

“You’ll figure it out Tony,” Bruce said, giving him a long kiss, “Besides, this is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to us, who’s complaining?”

He took off for work, leaving Tony horny, confused, and concerned. He didn’t understand why Bruce was so...accepting of this, and looking around the room, he saw that his own reality had shifted again. His band and movie posters had all been replaced by football players, there was a gym bag by the door that reeked like nothing in it had been washed for two weeks, and, well, all the memories to go with them. He was suddenly the star of the football team, he’d led them to the state championship in the fall, and now he was going to the local college on a football scholarship. None of that was right, and yet, that’s what he was now--it made no sense.

“So any man I come into contact with will...what, become a bearish guy like me?”

“Yeah, and I think it’s going to redouble on you each time too, as long as you remain contagious. You have to quarantine right now--you can’t spread this thing around, we don’t know what might happen.”

“Yeah, sure--will do,” Tony sent, and then logged off.

No fucking way was he doing that. FormCaster had just made all of Tony’s dreams come true, and thinking about his hot fucking boyfriend, about all the guys he knew at school, his dad, his teachers...he could turn them all into anything he wanted them to be. He had a few ideas, and he knew just where to start.