Joe picked up the keys to his 2002 Dodge pick-up. He smiled as he realized he remembered the day he went to the dealership and purchased it and also that he should be driving his beat up old Honda. He remembered he had given his old 1992 Chevy pick-up to his brother. He also remembered that he and a guy named Gus Rand, whom Joe had been dating for about a year, had discussed buying a Harley instead of the truck. Joe wanted the truck, it was more practicle. He'd get the Harley after he paid off the truck. The Honda fit is smaller frame and less adventerous personality.
After consuming the potion last night, the Honda never was his. It had vanished from his life, though he was sure someone else owned it, as his old clothes and photos had, to be replaced by something else.
Joe got into the new black truck, with it's still lingering 'new car smell', and headed out for 'the General Store'. As he drove to the bar, he stroked his cock. It was just so much bigger and meatier than it had been for the first three decades of his life. Joe was so aroused and so horny that he came in his shorts half way to the bar.
He was so happy with everything that he didn't care that he'd become a bear sometime in the morning of an unknown day within the next two weeks. It could happen tomorrow morning and he wouldn't care, those details could be worked out later. Right now, he needed to show off his new, gorgeous body to all those handsome bears he could never have before. Bears he realized he'd built friendships with, in this body. Bears who hung out at the bar because it was a safe haven to meet each other and express their feelings for each other without the dour eye of a disapproving public gazing upon them.
He'd called Gus on the way and he'd meet him there. The night was just begining and Joe was excited.