a beard makes a man

The package arrived without a sender (a little gift from a friend).

He was a skinny 19-year-old white guy, with the secret dream of becoming a huge, hairy bodybuilder. He opened it with trembling hands.

Inside, a light blue jockstrap. Sky blue, almost luminous. The fabric was soft, elastic. Warm. Inexplicably warm.

His fingers touched it. A tingling sensation. An impulse.

Try me.

He took off his boxers. Put on the light blue jockstrap.

The fabric clung to his hips. Warm. Perfect.

Then it began.

A heat exploded from his lower abdomen. Dense, powerful, like lava flowing through his veins.

"Ah..."

A moan. His voice lowered, becoming deep and hoarse.

His body. His skinny body began to swell. His muscles exploded. His pecs rose, becoming two enormous, heavy shields. His biceps exploded, 55, 60 centimeters. His triceps became defined. Veins surfaced, thick and bluish, running along his arms like ropes.

"AH! I FEEL IT!"

His shoulders jolted. They broadened, 80 centimeters. His back curved, his lats swelling like wings.

His waist narrowed. His abs emerged, eight deeply carved, defined blocks.

His thighs exploded. 75-centimeter quadriceps. His calves widened, 50 centimeters. His glutes lifted, becoming two firm, hard spheres.

The hair. Hair began sprouting everywhere. On his chest, wild, black, coarse. It covered his pecs like fur, descending in a V along his abdomen. On his arms, the hair grew thicker. On his legs, thick dark hair.

His jaw shifted. It broadened. His chin became massive. His beard began to grow. Thick, black, coarse. It covered his chin, cheeks, and upper lip.

His face. His face grew younger but matured. Nineteen, twenty, thirty, thirty-eight. He looked like a 38-year-old man. Mature, virile, muscular.

"AH! AH! FUCK!"

His penis. He felt his penis grow. Swell. Lengthen. Become enormous, long, heavy. It pressed against the light blue jockstrap, forming a huge, obscene bulge.

His body swelled even more. 130 kilos of pure muscle. Six foot three. Broad shoulders, massive chest, enormous arms. A true bodybuilder.

The final jolt. His entire body contracted. His muscles pulsing, tensing. Sweat streaming down in rivulets.

Then silence.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

A huge man was looking back at him. 38 years old. Muscular. Hairy. Bearded. Massive pecs covered in black hair, sculpted abs, veiny arms. Hairy, powerful legs.

The light blue jockstrap was stretched to its limit. His long cock pressed against the fabric. Huge bulge.

His mind. His thoughts had changed. Simple. Primitive.

Muscles. Mass. Fuck.

He sat down on the bed. Flexed his biceps. The muscles swelled, monstrous. 60 centimeters.

"Holy shit..." he muttered, his voice deep and stupid. "I'm huge."

His hand moved down to his hairy chest. The hair was coarse. Beneath it, the muscles were hard.

He looked at the bulge. His long cock pressed against the light blue jockstrap. He stroked it. He could feel its weight.

"I want to get even bigger. Bigger and bigger."

A stupid grin appeared on his bearded face.

The gym. Girls. Guys. Anyone.

"Tonight I'll fuck," he said. "Tomorrow, gym. Then I'll fuck. And then more gym."

He stood up. His huge body moved.

"And then..." He looked at his cock. "More fucking."

He was stupid. But he was happy. He was huge. Hairy. Powerful.

You were just 21 years old, 184 cm tall, 72 kg, with a lean, smooth body and short dark hair. Most would call you cute. When you looked me in the eyes and made your wish, your voice was full of longing:

“I want to be a hairy hunk.”

I smiled. Wishes like that were my favorite. I granted it, but I always take payment. This time, I decided age would be the price.

The transformation began instantly.

A strange tingling started at the top of your head. Your short dark hair loosened and began to fall out in thick clumps, drifting to the floor as your scalp smoothed out completely, there was not even a hit of any hair. You were now fully bald, your head shining under the light. At the same time, your face began to change. Stubble pushed out rapidly, thickening into a full, dense, jet-black beard that covered his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. Your jaw squared off under your new beard, becoming stronger and more masculine, while subtle lines and wrinkles formed around your eyes and forehead.

Your body was next.

A deep, powerful heat exploded in your chest. Your pecs swelled dramatically, pushing forward into two thick, heavy slabs of muscle that stretched his shirt to the limit before it ripped open down the front. Dark, coarse hair erupted across the expanding pecs, spreading like wildfire, thick, curly, and masculine, until your entire torso was covered in a dense pelt. The hair continued downward, blanketing your stomach and thickening around his nipples, which had grown larger and more sensitive.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, voice cracking and dropping into a deep, gravelly rumble, the voice of a real man.

Your shoulders broadened with loud cracks, traps rising high as his arms ballooned outward. Biceps and triceps swelled into thick, powerful peaks, veins snaking across the muscle as dark hair sprouted along his forearms. Your back widened into a powerful V-taper, while your stomach tightened into a solid, masculine core with just enough softness to look powerful rather than shredded.

Your lower body transformed just as dramatically. Your ass plumping up into two thick, meaty globes. Your thighs exploded with size, quads and hamstrings bulging heavily, covered in the same thick fur as the rest of your growing body. Even your cock and balls grew heavier, thicker, and more virile, now almost double the size they were and straining against your underwear.

But the years kept adding.l, I wasn’t stopping there.

You shot through his 20s and 30s in moments. As your skin took on a more mature texture. The lines on your face deepened slightly. By the time the changes slowed, you had settled comfortably into his mid-50s, a fully grown, experienced man.

When it finally stopped, you sat on the chair breathing heavily, staring down at your newly transformed body in awe. Your massive, hairy shoulders moving up and down with each heavy breath, along with your huge chest.

Bright orange briefs barely contained your new thick bulge and muscular thighs, the fabric stretched tight over his hairy legs.

Your big, strong hands slowly over his body, squeezing your dense beard, groping your hairy pecs, rubbing the thick pelt that covered your chest and stomach. Every touch made you groan with pleasure.

“Fuck. I am bald. And old,” your growled in that deep, commanding voice, flexing one massive arm. The muscle peaked powerfully. “I am way older than my own father now, but look at me.”

You stood up, towering and imposing, every inch the hairy hunk you had wished to become, just with a few extra decades added as my little payment.

You turned toward the mirror, admiring the bald, bearded, massively hairy muscle bear staring back at you.

Before or after? ☺️😍☺️ Who the f*** cares?! 🍆💦 Husband material right there! TMN… Dayum!