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I took the opportunity to ogle his strong, hairy body once more, but when Weldon unbuttoned his jeans, my cheeks blushed and my gaze skittered away. He’d said that clothes didn’t survive a shift, so it made sense that he needed to remove them, but I didn’t want to be rude by watching…even though I really wanted to watch.
I flinched when his hand cupped my warm cheek. When I gazed up at him again, a soft smile was on his lips. “It’s okay to look,” he whispered, and I gulped hard. I nodded because he certainly didn’t need to tell me twice, but my face burned even hotter. Outside of (numerous) internet explorations, I’d never seen a naked man.
My breathing quickened as he lowered his zipper and pushed the denim down his thick legs. My gaze didn’t budge from the lump behind the thin material of his underwear. I wanted him to move slowly so I could savor the moment just as much as I wanted him to rip them off.
Weldon moved with perfect speed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband. The lump swelled behind the cotton before he peeled it away, releasing his flesh. My eyes bulged at the sight of his firm cock, pointing straight at me. It was around seven or eight inches, thick, and uncut, and his heavy balls were as hairy as the rest of him.
I licked my lips, longing for a taste. My own groin swelled and thickened, pressing against the warm comfort of my diaper. I wanted this man with everything inside of me. We hadn’t even kissed, but I was ready to give myself to him. I didn’t know his intentions, but in my mind, I was his.
But my excitement quickly turned to fear when loud cracks sounded from Weldon’s body. His spine curved and twisted until he was on all fours. His frame expanded and thick, brown fur sprouted from every pore. His forehead broadened and his nose elongated into a snout. His ears migrated onto the top of his head.
In my lust, I’d forgotten why Weldon was removing his clothes in the first place. But everything came rushing back to me now that a giant grizzly bear stared back at me. My heart now raced with fright instead of desire. My dick retreated, and my mouth went dry. I was having trouble wrapping my mind around what I’d just witnessed. It was hard to believe, even though I’d seen it with my own two eyes.
The bear didn’t make a move; Weldon didn’t move. I had to remember this animal was also the sweet man who helped me. He said he was in complete control and that I had nothing to fear. I knew that if Weldon wanted to hurt me in any form, he could have easily done it already.
But instead, he was just standing there calmly, with familiarity and maybe even worry in his gaze. I needed to be brave. I needed to show him I wasn’t like all those people who had hurt his kind. But my mind was having trouble convincing my body to move, or my lips to speak.
That is, until Weldon made a quiet whining noise before flopping back onto his bottom and lowering his head. It took all the intimidation out of his body language. Instead, he looked rather cute.
It gave me the courage to finally speak. I rolled my tongue around my mouth to moisten it before asking, “Does it hurt to switch?” The process sounded and looked terrible, and I hoped it wasn’t too unpleasant for him.
Weldon swung his big head from side to side. “That’s good,” I replied, before sliding to the edge of the bed. “You’re not able to speak?” His head shook again as he made another low whine, and I understood that in this form, he could only make the sounds of a bear.
I stood up before him, noticing that my legs weren’t shaking. Not only had I healed from my sickness, but I wasn’t afraid. I wanted to get closer to him. I inched forward, slowly raising my hand. I was unsure whether it was rude to try and pet him, but Weldon took any worry away when he pressed his forehead into my palm.
His fur was wiry on the surface, but when I sank my fingers into it, there was a soft undercoat beneath. I scratched at his scalp, and his tongue lolled out to one side, giving him the look of a giant puppy.
I chuckled and slid my hands down onto his chest. I thought Weldon was large in human form, but it couldn’t compare to this. His shoulders were even wider, and muscles mounded all over his body. He was undeniably powerful, but gentle when it came to me.
He was the perfect blend for a Daddy; strong enough to protect and lead, but tender enough to care. I wasn’t surprised to hear he’d been caring for people most of his life, and was grateful and lucky that now he could turn that attention to me.
As I brushed my fingers through his fur, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like against my cheeks. Realizing there was only one way to find out, I wrapped my arms around him as far as they would reach, and rested my face on his chest.
His prickly hairs tickled my skin, but the deeper I nuzzled, the softer they became. Weldon’s body vibrated with a low, happy growl before he tossed one arm around my back, drawing me even closer. It was the warmest, most secure hug I’d ever received. It was like I was snuggling my own personal giant teddy. Or better yet…
“Can I call you Daddy Bear?” popped out of my mouth before I realized I was speaking out loud. Panic settled over me again. I’d never been so forward before. I was just so comfortable, happy, and hopeful that the burning question left my lips.
At first, his silence added to my anxiety, until I remembered he couldn’t talk. I was too nervous to lift my head and look into his eyes, so I kept my face buried in his fur.
More pops sounded, and Weldon’s body shifted beneath my touch. His skeleton twisted and reformed, and the coating of hair retreated. He was human once more, but I kept my eyes down, still clutching onto his body.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and kissed the top of my head before lowering his lips to my ear. His voice was a gravelly whisper when he answered, “Nothing would make me happier.”
Chapter Six
Weldon
I breathed in Tatum’s scent as I squeezed him as tightly as possible without hurting him. My heart beat wildly with joy; Tatum wanted me as his Daddy. He saw everything I was, and he wanted me. I wanted to leave no doubt that I wanted him as well.
I rested my forehead on his and looked into his beautiful green eyes to tell him, “I want to protect you and care for you; to feed you, change you, and watch you play. I long to be your Daddy, partner, and lover. I want everything with you, Tatum.”
His voice was no more than a reverent whisper when he answered, “Yes.” To seal my promise of being everything he needed, I pressed my lips to his. Goosebumps exploded over my skin at the thrill of finally kissing my mate, but they vanished just as quickly when he pulled away.
I was worried I moved too quickly until Tatum slapped his hand over his mouth and said between his fingers, “I need to brush my teeth.”
I snorted a relieved laugh. I couldn’t care less about that, but I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, so I took his hand and told him, “Come on, Taterbug; I’ll help you.”
I led him into the bathroom and picked him up to sit him on the countertop next to the sink. Sure, I could have easily reached him if he were standing, but this was more fun. Plus, he looked adorable with his feet swinging above the floor.
