Travis pulled hard on the rod, the line jerking back and forth in the water not giving him an ounce of freedom. “This one’s gotta be the one,” he thought out loud. As he continued to reel the line in, the large salmon burst forth from the lake,...

Travis pulled hard on the rod, the line jerking back and forth in the water not giving him an ounce of freedom. “This one’s gotta be the one,” he thought out loud. As he continued to reel the line in, the large salmon burst forth from the lake, splashing water everywhere. He caught it.

All the signs pointed away from Bear Claw Lake for tourists, they all suggested the Gull Bay Beach down the road for the fishing locations. But he caught a tip from a forum poster that this lake was special, the biggest salmon all lived in it. And for once the internet was right about something.

As his catch violently shook the line, he pulled it closer and eye’d his prize. “You’re gonna be dinner tonight bud!” He licked his lips voraciously, unaware of his expression dulling over as his nose pulled further from his face.

“Huhuurrhurr, I can’t wait to give you a taste…” He couldn’t control himself as the salmon bobbed in front of him. It just looked too appetizing!
His long tongue started to flop out of his mouth, subtle-ly growing by the second.
Not only was his tongue growing, but his entire body had began to bubble up and take on new mass, for this was the curse of Bear Claw Lake. The salmon were only meant for the bears. Forbidden to the eyes of the public for a reason.

Lapping his tongue against his new catch, the newest brown bear of the forest began to take in his first new scents of the lake. He was overpowered by the delicious scent of the catch pressed against his maw, however. Fur had overtaken the unsuspecting former man’s entire body. His shoes finally gave way, tearing off his claw tipped bear paws. As he finally slumped down on his rump, beginning to gnaw away at his catch in his big clumsy paws.

The bear quickly gobbled up his meal as his shreds of clothing fell to the grass. He found himself lumbering into the creek, hoping to catch another big salmon before the sun set in his new home.

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