You stay on the floor for at least fifteen minutes, trying to comprehend everything you've experienced. That cologne did this to you; it made you more bearish. You mull this thought over in your mind. You need to find out more about this Arctos place. You remember what you were doing before you sniffed the cologne.
You finally stand back up and look at your body in the mirror again. You have to face the fact that you may be this way for a while, so you might as well consider the positives. You don't look any older, but the amount of body hair and the thick beard might throw some people off. You realize that you feel good in this body, better than you ever felt before. You flex your arms and marvel at the muscle tone you have under the fat. You rub your hairy gut and find that it is firmer, not flabby. "This might not be so bad... what am I saying? I have to find who did this..."
You know that you can't walk around nude, so you give in and decide to look at the Arctos box again. Giving the cologne a wide berth, you take a look at the clothes. You notice a note on the side, you must have missed in your first examination.
Dear Sir,
We at Arctos would like to provide you with this free gift. You no doubt have discovered the features of the harness you received last night. We had hoped that you would have gone to meet your 'admirer'. We admit that was a lie, you were to meet one of our representatives. But on to business.
You have been selected for an experimental enhancement treatment. We won't go into details in this letter, the content is too confidential. Please accept these free clothes, designed to fit your new form. And be advised that the cologne is a powerful variant of the enhancement drug and exposure to it may further change you. After opening the bottle, it looses its potency.
Sincerely,
The Arctos Corporation
Now you find out about that cologne. You berate yourself for not finding that letter first. At least the clothes seem safe enough. Remembering that there's no normal underwear, you resign yourself to wearing a jockstrap under the jeans. Despite your recent increase in mass, the clothes fit perfectly. The jock holds your meat, but you can still see the outline in the fabric. The jeans are really comfortable and you buckle them with the normal belt, the one with the paw on it is too "bearish". You also pull on a plain black t-shirt, wanting to avoid stereotypical flannel. The tennis shoes fully clothe you.
Finally feeling a little more normal, you head to your computer, ready to search for this Arctos place. As you sit, you feel your bare, hairy butt cheeks rub against the denim in a strange new sensation. Returning to the task at hand, you search for this company...