You decide you don't want the masks, but with how many of them you have, if you can find the right group, you'll have no trouble making rent this month. You gather them all up and set the box out in the garage. You hastily pull together a sign out of the materials you got lying around the house. You jot down "Masks for sale, $5 apiece," in your sloppy handwriting and post it in the yard. Hours go by with no luck, you get the occasional people glancing through out of curiosity, but mostly just people snickering at you. Evauntually that all changes. A man, likely in his early twenties, happens to pass by and stop to look through the box. You spot a big grin form on his face as he, whips out his phone and starts texting. You quietly observe for a couple minutes until cars start pulling up, one by one, until you have a swarm of people pawing through the masks, laughing, trying them on and just having a good time. You excitedly await payment for them until something happens. A handful of them start screaming pulling at their masks as the fail to come off stuck onto their faces, soon affecting all of them. The masks in their wide variety of colors and textures, creep down their bodies slowly transforming them into anthropomorphic animals of all shapes and sizes, leaving your yard looking like a zoo. Looking out at the crowd seeing anthro wolves, lions, deer all sorts of creatures. Soon you start noticing something else, they see you. Looking at you with lust-filled eyes the crowd stares at you, some drooling, you see a bear in the front with his cock fully erect, dripping with fluid. You quickly dash into your house and lock the door, afraid of what the mob will do and in turn they dash in after you. You take a split-second to decide to...