Balthazar grinned as he watched the young men stroking and fingering each other's long, thick hair. Their bodies were no longer visible beneath what had become incredibly thick coats of fur. And that was a good thing, because those bodies were starting to dwindle, getting thinner and smaller as more hair grew out.
The smallest of the group, a young man named Austin, was the first to notice something wrong. He was trying to stroke his luxurious brown coat, but had lost feeling in his fingers. The genie saw the young man shake his hands, trying to reveal the digits, but found only a hair-covered lump. Even as the young man stared, the remains of his hand dwindled as more hair grew out. His eyes widened in realization and he tried to cry out a warning. Balthazar didn't have to do anything at all. Austin could not draw in enough air to speak, and he struggled weakly as his arms and legs, and then his body, sagged slowly into a mass of thick hair. The last of his head sank into the pile, and then he was nothing more than a huge mound of sentient hair, aware but unable to do anything but feel others stroking him. The others were lost in their own transformations, oblivious to the hairy fates that awaited them.
Balthazar chuckled and made a gesture. The mound of brown hair vanished, and then reappeared in a high-dollar wig shop. The wig maker opened the large bin and pulled a long length of Austin from the mass and cut it off. Austin felt no pain, only a curious split sense of awareness. And then he felt pleasure as the wigmaker began to create a wig with the cut part. Another wig maker took more, and then Austin felt two equal waves of pleasure. He would eventually become dozens of wigs and hairpieces, his awareness divided among each, every stroke of a hand or brush, each careful washing providing ripples of pleasure. There were no more memories, no more thoughts. What had been Austin was now just awareness and pleasure, awareness that would eventually fade away as the wigs, hairpieces, and extensions aged and were finally disposed of.
Back in the room, Balthazar chuckled to himself as yet another young man devolved into a giant hairball and vanished. It was tempting to let them all turn into hairballs, but Mike made an interesting master. Perhaps he would keep that one intact.