STOGIEBEAR

For @mermdom 😉The party seemed as if it happened a lifetime ago now but it was only a couple days ago. The beer tasted funny and you and your bugs didn’t mind at first but then things changed. People started treated the three of you differently. They started pointing and laughing at the three of you. You didn’t know why they were talking about. You look in and see nothing different about the three of you and then someone takes a picture. Then you see it. Slowly while drinking beer the three of you had been changing. Your beer goggles had been on when you looked in the mirror. Or was that glasses or lack there of. The three of you rush out of the party as fast as you can burping and farting along the way as the beer continues to effect the three of you in ways that it had never done before you make it back to the apartment you rent with your friend and struggle to open the door as everything is blurry. As the door opens the three of you rush inside and shut the door. Everything is blurry to you but your two friends seem to be able to see just fine. They are stumbling you can tell. It’s not long before shouts of horror replace the quiet room. And not just any shouts. But the shouts seem to be coming from older men. The air in the room seems smokier as all three of you cough. As you lean back into a chair you can’t help but notice a huge cigar instantly appears between your lip and you start to stuck on it madly as though you can’t get enough. You hear some grunts from your room mates and you can only assume that the same is happening to them. You feel as though your body is swelling by the second and it’s so warm in the apartment. And your getting itchy.

That was a couple days ago. That night things changes. Priorities changes as well your bodies. Someone had spiked the beer that night and made you all bearish older men. You all remembered what life was like. What it should be like. Behind closed doors the three of you are able to act as though you’re still the college frat bro’s you know you are but as soon as someone else enters your presence the three of you are instantly forced to act like overly sexed up bearish men. The three of you are forced to call every man you get than you boy and even though you have tried you can’t seem to wear anything other than a plaid vest. All your shouted haves morphed into the way always having your bearish body on display.

Your change leave for you being the least hairy of your friends. They ended up turning into massively hairy men. But just like then you sport the white bear that is unable to be shaved.

John became so hairy that you can’t even see his skin under the hair anymore. He tried to shave at first but found that it was pointless as the hair grew back. And James didn’t even try.