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Hector sighed, looking anxiously up at the sky. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure about this, but he had a good feeling about Malcolm. The buck was an absolute stud; he favored tight V-necks that showed off his muscular pecs and taut, beefy contours of his torso, and tight jeans that showed the equally impressive musculature of his legs. He was clean cut and handsome in that conventional way that would have made Hector think that a guy like Malcolm wouldn’t have looked at him twice; in contrast, Hector was particularly schlubby. The grizzly bear favored big flannel shirts that hid the noticeable paunch in his middle, and he had to wear stereotypically thick horn-rimmed glasses. The two made an odd couple at first glance, but under Malcolm’s preppy exterior, he was a massive nerd; even moreso than Hector, when it came to comics. 

“So! Moonlit walk in the woods, huh?” Malcolm grinned, catching up to Hector and nudging the bear. “Kind of romantic. Got big plans, teddy bear?” he winked, which made his new boyfriend blush.

“Eh-heheh, you could say that…” Hector muttered. “Look, uhm. Mal. There’s something I got to tell you. We’ve been going out for a couple of weeks, and… I think you’re a really great guy, and, I feel really lucky, because, you know, you’re really hot, and I’m…”

Hector trailed off as the buck stole a kiss, before tousling the bear’s hair. “You’re cute, is what you are. So… what is it? What’s on your mind?”

“Uhm… I got a secret.”

“Well… what?” Malcolm crossed his arms, the way his biceps dug into his pecs making Hector more flustered. “You act like you’re about to reveal your superhero alter-ego.” The deer’s eyebrows suddenly arched. “Wait, you’re not, are you? Because like, that almost makes too much sense. You disappeared after our date last month, sometimes you got these odd scrapes and bruises on you…”

“Well…” hector rubbed the back of his head. “I’m… you know werewolves?”

Malcolm gasped, almost jumping up and down, his geeky side coming out in spades. “You’re a werewolf? You’re not shitting me, right? Like… I mean. Werewolves aren’t supposed to be real. But are you? Tell me you’re not like one of those lame ones from those vampire books.”

“Uh… well. You’re taking this a lot better than I thought.” Hector cleared his throat. “I’m a werebear. I wanted to show you tonight, before the supermoon tomorrow.”

Malcolm frowned. “Dude, uh… the supermoon is tonight.” He pulled out his phone, pulling up a weather forecast. “See?”

“Wait. What?” Hector’s jaw dropped as he felt the color drain from his face. He looked up, and saw that the light of the moon was poking through the clouds, cutting through the canopy of the forest. “We need to get under cover, right now!” 

The bear grabbed the buck by the wrist, and yanked him down the forest path, huffing as he ran to a picnic pavilion that seemed just a little too far away.

“Shit, man!” Malcolm gasped. “Calm down, you’re going to tear it off!”

Hector shook his head, and he could feel his limbs tense up, his eyes beginning to glow as the light of the moon completely broke through the clouds. “Augh!” He let the buck go. “It’s too late— Mal, get out of here!”

Malcolm stayed put, unsure of what to do as he watched his boyfriend double over, clutching his middle as his eyes glowed in the dark. Either through sheer curiosity, affection for his boyfriend, or something in between, the buck wasn’t going anywhere.

Hector was on the verge of hyperventilating as a rush of power struck every fiber of his body. He didn’t necessarily hate being a were; it could be downright fun, running wild and free through forests, letting his inhibitions loose. But on a night like tonight, with the moon in an alignment that hadn’t been seen in years, there was no telling how far the werebear would be pushed. 

His baggy clothes were usually flexible enough to keep up with his transformations, but already in the thralls of bestial adrenaline, Hector could feel the cloth grow taut across his growing body. Fabric clung to the bear’s body, small rips starting to appear as his muscles rippled beneath his pelt, his soft, doughy build melting away. The collar of his shirt split wide open as his pectorals began to spill free, traps rising and squeezing against his neck. Hector could hear seams popping as his body shook and twisted, biceps blooming through his sleeves as he let out a snarl.

The ground beneath the bear shifted, his feet digging into the soft earth as weight started to pile on, but the real issue at hand was the fact he was starting to grow taller. A full moon would affect his height, but things were going beyond the norm. The bear was already pushing past ten feet as his clothes were ripped to tatters, scraps falling away as heavy musculature heaved across his body. The bear’s hands gripped at his chest, the shelf of his pecs pushing out and even shoving up against his blocky muzzle as he loomed above Malcolm.

“Holy shit!” the buck shouted, tripping over himself. Reflexively, the hulking werebear shot out his huge arm to catch his beau, who clung to the swelling muscle, soon lifted off the ground as Hector powered through his transformation.

The jolts of growth were strong, tree branches soon being broken off as Hector swelled outward and upward, thighs now thicker than the trunks nearby, pushing his stance wider with their sheer mass. Splintered trees scraped his body as it hit the wood all around him, Hector flinging his huge arm around to scatter the prickly sensation. His monstrous arms easily broke branches that had been as thick as his waist before, sending them crashing to the forest floor. The moonlight was slowly being blocked out by the towering ursine, casting the buck clinging to his arm in the shadow of his jutting, cliff-sized chest while the lunar event simply shown down upon the sprawling field of his back. Tectonic plates of mass shifted below his short fur as his shoulders rolled, his head and shoulders growing above the treeline as he let out a growl that could have been mistaken for the rumble of an oncoming storm.

At last, the growth seemed to stop as Hector surveyed the top of the forest canopy, letting out a triumphant roar. His glowing eyes peered down at the deer sitting on his palm, mouth agape.

“Good as a werewolf?” Hector’s booming voice growled, sending reverberations all down his titanic body.

Malcolm, eyes wide, quickly nodded. “Y-yeah, uh, better, even!”

The mammoth bear gave the buck a toothy grin, his mouth wide enough to swallow his boyfriend whole. Instead, he grabbed Malcolm, placing him on his shoulder. The deer clung to shaggy locks of fur for dear life, overwhelmed by the sheer swell of muscle underneath. “Where are we going?” the deer asked as Hector hunched down, breaking into a run that left the ground underneath shaking, tearing a swath through the forest.

“Fourth date. ‘Bout time we did something fun…” Hector rumbled. “I’m gonna cause an earthquake when I’m done with you.”