"Polar Ice" - Polar Bear Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Polar Bear Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

Greg recently bought a strange ice cube machine to sate his evening needs, which were mainly drinking expensive alcohol as a form of hobby. Drinking often wasn’t a problem in his opinion, but lacking ice cubes and having to buy them in plastic bags was.

The ice cube machine he bought wasn’t bought in a standard store, but from a strange dealer who was supposedly from far away. When Greg tried to ask what the seller meant, he ignored the question and just asked for payment.

When Greg tried to start the device he noticed a small text which said that this thing was made in Greenland ironically. “Strange, but if it works it works.” – He said and turned on the machine, poured in some water and waited for the results.

Everything progressed as it should. Greg made himself a drink with a few ice cubes and took a sip as he turned on his computer and sat down at the desk. He failed to notice how his body hair began to shift and turn white. Its texture was changing and more white hair were sprouting all over his body which caused severe itchiness.

Greg paid it no mind, especially since he kept drinking his strong cocktail which made him give less fucks about everything. His nose started to blacken and its skin began to shift to become moister and more animalistic texture. The wetness on his nose caused him to sneeze. “… Whew, this ice is… Strong? I think I caught cold even.” – He said as he continued to play his favourite MMORPG game, which helped steal his attention from the changes he was undergoing.

The man winced when his lips began to shift and his face kept losing more of its human appearance. His lips became jet black and glossy. His face began to hurt as his jaws began to push out a bit forcing his mouth to become a part of his forming muzzle. His nose began to tilt forwards and his nostrils flared out slightly, a subtle cleft formed down the middle of his changed nose.

Greg rubbed his eyes as they began to feel weird, at the same time he failed to notice how his hands became stiffer. His eyes were already changing and becoming darker, which naturally altered his vision as well successfully worsening it a bit. “That drunk then, huh…?” – He said when he noticed how blurry his vision became.

By now Greg’s body was covered in patches of thick, long and white fur. Underneath it fat began to build up, but his muscles began to ache and thicken too as they grew stronger. Greg’s chair began to creak under his growing weight and it was only a matter of time until it would break. It wasn’t just Greg’s head that was changing, his lower body was gradually preparing for more drastic changes as it began to expand and gain more ursine shapes.

Still, his ears began to twitch as new muscles formed around them. His earlobes started stretching and becoming rounder. The short brown hair on his scalp was already nothing more than a patch of white fur which was gradually spreading and covering his entire head.

“Jesas it’s so hot in here…” – Greg said as he let go of his mouse and got up onto his wobbly legs. With squinted eyes he began to undress and throw his clothes aside onto his bed. His socks came off easy and revealed a pair of strange looking feet. Greg was practically forced to stay on his tiptoes which began to thicken into paws. His toenails were morphing into sharp, resilient claws. Underneath his feet flesh began to bloat and darken into numb, thick pads.

Groaning Greg began to undo his jeans, since his legs felt oddly itchy. He almost fell over but managed to get his trousers off. His legs appeared stocky, inhuman and it was a pain to stand on them now as his centre of balance began to shift. Greg barely registered that his legs were creaking in their joints and gradually becoming digitigrade.

“Almoshr therhe…” – He reassured himself trying to grab his shirt with his shortening fingers. He growled annoyed when he half-realised how useless his hands were becoming. His fingernails were all changing into dark claws similar to those on his altered feet. Instead of taking off his shirt he began to use his claws to tear at it and make many holes in it. His palms began to swell and many black spots formed which began to grow into paw-pads. His hands became almost completely useless the same time he finally managed to tear his shirt to shreds.

For a mere second humiliation washed over Greg, why did he undress? And why did he felt so hot and itchy still? The man didn’t even look down to examine his suspicions. His mind was swimming mainly because of how much he drank. He realised that it felt weird to stand on two legs for so long, he decided he’d sit down on his chair again.

He lowered his fattening rear onto his chair, but instead catching his weight as usual his chair exploded under his weight and Greg fell down onto the floor. “Grah! What the fu- Wait. Oh fuck m-my body. What’s happening to me?!” – He started freaking out and growling in distress when he finally noticed how much he changed.

He laid on his back and stared at his furry body. At this point his entire body was covered in white, fluffy fur and there was no bald spot on him. His silhouette was very inhuman and by now his weight exceeded 300 kilograms. Greg sat down and instinctively clutched his face from dread. “Aaaaaah, mah fahrse! Fuck, I ha-have a muzzle. I’m turning into some dumb animal…!” – He complained with fear in his low and increasingly incoherent voice.

“Uhngh, my hrands throo… Fhruuukh…!” – Greg started groaning in pain as his ass began to grow more. His hips began to expand and in a matter of seconds his underwear snapped off him, leaving him completely naked in the process. Greg’s eyes widened at the sight of his manhood.

Between the waves of fluffy white fur of his groin his cock was starting to change. It was lengthening considerably and stiffening at the same time as a penis bone began to form inside it. Greg cringed as he saw his human tip shift into a blunt and almost flat ursine counterpart. The flesh of his shaft was becoming darker and more animalistic.

His ballsack was hidden beneath the white fur, but it changed too. His testicles churned as they forever ceased to produce human seed and instead began to bloom with ursine virility. Greg gulped seeing how his foreskin began to pull his cock upwards towards his fat belly. His foreskin gradually extended and changed into a furry sheath which began to fuse to his belly.

Greg timidly reached out one paw to touch his shifting cock. When his rough paw-pads brushed against his elongated shaft Greg let out a growl of lust and his balls pulled up forcing out a few drops of pre out of his ursine rod. Greg shook his head and tried to regain his senses.

He rolled over onto all fours and breathed hard as more changes washed over him. His elongated cock almost touched the ground, but it began to retreat back into its new sheath as the lust subsided. “Ihrm behroming a-brheahrh… Oh Ghodhrd… Ghr-ghh…” – Greg snarled with pitiful expression as he felt his vocal chords begin to change and strip him of his voice forever. His entire neck began to readjust on his torso to fit his new feral form better.

Greg roared as his skull began to flatten at the top, his forehead was forced to slope down and his jaws began to ache again. The snout that was already visible in his field of view began to push out further. Greg kept shaking his head in protest as his snout began to stretch and turn into a full-fledged muzzle. His teeth began to sharpen inside his maw and new ones grew out. His tongue lengthened considerably until it began to spill out of his maw and jerk as it kept touching Greg’s new, sharp fangs.

The changing man hanged his head low as it finished changing. With a roar he threw it back however the moment he felt a painful jutting pain through his spine. Greg arched his back as he felt his vertebrae pop and lock him on all fours. His tailbone began to unfuse and elongate. A short bump began to form above his fatty rear, which was his stubby tail forming.

Greg felt so massive and strangely clumsy, even though his new body wouldn’t be overly clumsy when it would be done changing. The feelings were illusionary because a previously lanky human was continuing to change into 600 kilograms polar bear. Greg looked around terrified and he saw how his bedroom was shrinking around him in comparison to his growing body. He didn’t even know if he’d fit through the doorframe while that big.

His chest began to ache as his ribcage started to expand, especially at its lower region. His ribs were growing in length and size giving him an even more intimidating body shape. At the same time his belly began to sag down slightly as all the organs in it began to turn more suited for a massive predator. His complex digestive track needed a lot of space inside of him now, his lungs too were much better suited to keep him conscious as they inflated considerably.

The last skeletal changes began to take place. Greg’s limbs were now generally the same length, but packed with muscles to allow him relatively swift movement. His arms were now way less flexible than previously as they became a pair of fore legs. His shoulder blades began to contract and pull higher on his back. At the same time his pelvis crunched and tilted forwards.

Greg growled in despair as his changes finally stopped. He looked down at his paws, then back at his round torso and shivered. Realistically he knew that he wouldn’t even be able to stay in his room for long. He had to eat and wasn’t able to hide from humans forever if he didn’t want to die of hunger. Therefore he attempted to exit his bedroom and hopefully manage to open the door to his house somehow.

That was a very optimistic plan, however it failed rapidly. Greg wasn’t even able to exit his bedroom as his torso was too broad for that. Greg started roaring frustrated that he wasn’t able to do anything himself in his new body, not even leave his own bedroom with his fat body.

Unbeknown to him the roaring caught attention. It took some time, but in a matter of minutes Greg heard intensive knocking on his door. There were people behind them and they said that they would enter in seconds if they won’t get a clear answer. Greg knew it wouldn’t work, but he still did his best to form words and reply to them. “Ghrawllll…!” – He roared loudly.

That was enough for the animal control to ram his door open and burst in. They didn’t expect to see a polar bear stuck in the doorframe, but they reacted to that with cold pragmatism nonetheless. Greg was shot with a tranquiliser dart and gave out last growl before collapsing onto the floor.

That was to be the last time he ever saw a human house from the inside as he was transported into his new home – A local zoo. It was a bittersweet ending for him, but the best he was able to get in his current condition. He became an animal, at least he had lots of food, veterinarians to tend to him and a big enclosure. It wasn’t all that bad, but Greg still missed his human life. It was hard not to think of it. Perhaps one day he would be able to find a way to turn back into a human.