You dig through the discount bin, tossing aside all the plastic junk you come across, strewing it along the floor. You reach in once again and feel your hands wrap around something hairy and pull it to the surface, revealing a simple, curly, costume lumberjack beard, seemingly laying mismatched amongst the costumes surrounding it. You search it for a price tag and find nothing. You shrug figuring it was just a piece of crap that the tag fell off of so they threw it into the discount bin to get rid of it. But then again, just looking at it, it’d be a little unfair to write it off as a simple, cheap costume piece, as it feels incredibly real in your hands. You run your hand down the wirey curly hairs and you can tell it’s definitely made of real hair.
“What the hell,” you figure, you have a couple dollars to burn, and you might get some use out of it come Halloween.
You stick it tp your face and it begins instantly. You feel the hairs tunnel into your face as if they were bunches of tiny worms. You breathe heavily, not being able to take a moment to remotely process what’s happening, you pull on it and shout in pain as if was your own hair. You feel tingling all over your body, watching thick hair grow in waves down your arms. Panicking you begin to rush to the changing room you saw on the other side of the store, just to see how far the changes had gone.
You catch a glimpse of the cashier and stop dead in your tracks. He’s an older man, likley in his 40’s or 50’s, bald and muscular, if he wasn’t working at a cheap magic shop, he’d look like he’d be in a biker gang. You lick your lips and feel your dick get hard, imagining his thick cock pressing deep into your asshole. You shake it off and keep moving, “You’re straight,” you remind yourself, “and barely 18.”
You rush into the changing room, slamming the door behind you, and quickly strip naked, gasping loudly at what you see you see. You’re covered in new, thick body hair, covering your chest and running down your arms and legs and scariest of all you stare at yourself and get turned on. You gently tug on your hard organ dripping with precum as you run your hand down your body, most of all, your asshole. You moan loudly as you trace the rim of your sensative doughnut, now rose-budding slightly , hungry for a thick cock to penetrate your pucker. The beard has turned you into a horny, bottom bear and you’re ready to hunt.