honestabe09

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.

I had never really been a hairy person, and to be honest I didn’t mind it until my boyfriend told me that he was really into hairy guys. It just made me really insecure, I always felt like he was going to dump me at any moment, I was as far from a bear as possible, I was almost completely hairless, I mean I was 21 and couldn’t even grow a beard, and to top all this off was even the bottom in our relationship.

I finally plucked up the courage to tell and and he smiled at me planting a kiss, before telling me he would never dump me, although if I wanted to try growing body hair he could get hold of a new formula they were developing at his work to use for hair loss.

I agreed straight away because even though he had told me he would never leave me there was still that doubt in the back of my mind that he would.

My boyfriend arrived home from work the next day with a small bottle of what seemed like shower gel, I was a bit suspicious at first, how could regular shower gel do anything, but I would do anything to keep him, so I took it off of him and jumped in the shower.

Lathering up the shower gel I began rubbing it all over my body making sure to cover every inch. Almost immediately I could feel my body growing larger, I was putting on muscle, I smiled and flexed not believing it was actually working. Hair was soon sprouting over my entire body and from the sensation on my face I was also growing a beard as well, it felt amazing.

As the changes began to slow I could feel my skin come a bit rougher and I could feel my hairline recede, the muscle I had gained became covered in a layer of fat while my formerly average penis grew to become a massively thick monster.

“Wow” I said, my hands shooting to my throat, my voice was so rough and… manly. Letting my hands explore my new hairy body it seemed obvious that I had aged a lot, this was not a 21 year olds body. Looks like a didn’t have to worry about my boyfriend leaving me any more, I thought as a flex one arm while holding my new massive dick withe my other hand, “Looks like I’m the top now” I said with a smirk.

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As men start wearing the briefs in their daily lives, they feel the changes start to happen. They feel their stances change, their muscles growing toned as they unconsciously spend more time being active outside. They sweat more, their surface populating with fur to draw heat away from their bodies, their ass perking up from its constant use.

They never think about how men seem to pay attention to them more, their figure growing more feminine with wider hips, their fat peach attracting the male gaze. At least, until the itch starts. They feel it in their rear, their thickened lower half constantly playing with the button inside them. Their hole becomes needy, their mind searching for anyway to relieve it, beginning to notice the way other men can't seem to look away from their bottom or keep their hands off it.

The needy feeling finally takes over, forcing the man to finally whore themselves out to another. They let themselves be pinned down in bed, feeling the dominant role taking in the prone view with pleasure, the new bottom letting a submissive nature take over. They revel in the sensation of being penetrated, their body being used, their mind loving every moment of their passivity. They feel a wave of euphoria every time their prostate is hit, sending their thoughts further and further away.

It isn't long before they go around barely wearing anything else, their crack visible over the briefs they allow to slide down, inviting anyone to use them.