a beard makes a man

Suggested by: @reddarkfox222

It was late at night, you were studying for a math test in your dorm room. College wasn't what you expected. It felt much more draining and life sapping than what television made it seem like. The major you picked was feeling more and more like a mistake with each essay or test you had to complete.

"I wish I was doing something more fufilling than this..." you mutter under your breath.

Right after you say that you get a sudden headache and get out of your chair. Once it subsided you realized...

"Where the fuck am I?"

You were in some kind of void. The only thing there was the chair you got up from. You almost assumed you were on some kind of drugs, but your attention was brought to something else.

Hair on your forearms. You were a hairless man so this didn't make any sense, but the hair was everywhere and you could feel it touch your fingers. You could also feel a huge amount of hair blooming on your torso. That wasn't the only thing happening though as your body began to grow at a fast and inhuman rate. It started with bulging bulky biceps and big hands to a big back. Then big bouncy pecs and a shredded six pack. After that, a bigger ass and dick, thicker legs and feet, and a fully grown thick beard. Finally, your body physically aged, wrinkles and greys here and there as well as making your body more masculine looking than it already was. The transformation was capped off with your haircut being cut to a buzzcut.

A mirror appeared in front of you letting you gasp in disbelief at your new body. You did some flexes here and there, a tent forming in your now tight pants. As you flexed, your shirt completely ripped allowing your bare hairy torso to be exposed to the mirror. It turned you on even more, letting a few more clothing changes slip in. A hat plopped on your head as tattoo ink etched onto your left forearm. Meanwhile your pants turned into workout sweatpants.

With that, a flash of light blinded you. Once it dissipated you found yourself sitting on a workout machine at gym.

You got up, looking around you as you saw various gym goers go through their routine. Looking at them made you smile. Soon enough memories of a completely different life coursed through you. Much older, much bigger, and way more hunkier. Once your memories settled, the old you was completely erased from your mind and your new bodybuilding life had begun.

The last thing you remembered now was that it was time to get back to your routine. You took off your hat and stretched. heading to the next machine.

This new life was much more exciting than your university life. Lifting day after day just had that spice to it that good grades just couldn't compete with. Not that you could even understand wanting to go to college. You dropped out to pursue working out and bodybuilding to much success with a thriving career. Life can't get better than this!

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.