You turn to see your Uncle Jack completley naked displaying his tall slender frame to you. His chest covered in curly grey hairs, partially obscured by his long white wizard beard. Your eyes travel down to your uncle’s cock, standing fully erect, so large it could only be outdone by a horse, his precum pooling up onto the wood floor of the costume shop. “Look me in the eyes,” he instructs, gripping your furry face. You do as your told and look into your Uncle’s eyes as they begin to swirl cartoonishly, you begin to loose all thoughts and inhibitions about Uncle Jack being your Uncle, along with all you your thoughts and memories in general. You’re now just a stupid, hairy wolfman with no worries or memories, just the urges to serve your uncle and chase anything that gives you the primal pleasure you crave. Jack wraps his arms around you, pressing your body into his. His skin feels so warm against your fur, you pant loudly, your cock standing on end, tenting in your pants. “You’re all mine,” he whispers, knowing that he can do whatever he wants to you, his new werewolf slave, and that it will be a whole week before your Dad comes pick you up.