#beard tf

Youre in the wrong place boy, its bear night but judging by your hairless twinky body you didnt know that, did you? Not to worry, he blows smoke in your face, we'll get you fixed up. Fixed up how? You know, help you blend in and get acculturated. Whats that, you dont smoke? Dont worry kid, you will. Here put on this cap, itll look good on you. Oh you dont like beards either? Well thats funny because youre rocking one now. Dont believe me? Look at yourself. He takes off your shirt, rubbing his hands through your fatteneing chest and growing chest hair. Getting hairy too. Bet you want a cigar dont ya, you always were a heavy smoker Daddy. What do you mean you dont smoke and youre not my daddy? Weve been dating for years, youre the one who got me to grow out my mustache too look like yours Daddy. Here, take a hit. If you really arent my daddy, if you really arent a smoker, youll be able to stop after one hit. See! I told you youd get acculturated and remember who you are.

(Content: Age Progression, Beard Growth, Muscle Growth, Hair Loss, Body Hair, Clothes TF, Balding TF, Clothes TF, Suits TF, Reality Alteration, Mental Changes)

Chapter 1 - The Invitation

It was a quiet morning in that messy living room. Thad had been stuck on the couch since the night before, with eyes stuck on his phone while the TV was on. The remote control was loose in one hand, while the other was scrolling endlessly on TikTok. Across the room, his father, the lawyer Richard Harrington, was staring at his son as he adjusted the tie at his collar. Every small part of Richard was perfectly in order. His suit, his hair and posture. The full opposite of the mess that his son was. But today he had no time of stressing over it, he already had a plan.

"Thaddeus," Richard’s voice broke through the room, in an authoritative tone that he wasn’t used to. "Get up. We’re leaving."

Thad blinked, dropping the remote. He looked up slowly, confused and irritated. He hated being called by his full name. That’s an old man name.

"What? Where?" His voice had that annoying lazy tone, and his face clearly showed that he hadn’t slept well in days.

"You’re coming with me on a work trip," Richard replied, standing in front of his son. "I’m tired of you wasting your time here doing nothing."

Thad yawned, dropping his phone on the couch.

"A work trip? Seriously, Dad? What’s the point?."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

"You’re going because you’re doing nothing with your life. Do you really think that sitting around here, playing video games and wasting your days is going to help you? You need structure. Responsibility. I’m giving you a chance to change that and you will take it. Plus, it will clear your head and maybe you won’t be so moody all the time.”

"I’m fine here." Thad rolled his eyes.

Richard’s face hardened. "You’re nineteen, Thad, but you act like you’re twelve. You have potential, but you’re wasting it."

"I’m not wasting anything, I’m just... figuring things out."

Richard’s frustration grew. He took a step forward. His voice was low but filled with an underlying threat.

"You’re not figuring anything out. You’re lazy and stagnating."

Thad stared at his father, but he found no escape.

"Fine," he muttered. "I’ll go."

Richard didn’t look pleased but his expression softened, just slightly.

"Good. I’ll book the flight. Pack your bags."

Later, Thad was in his room throwing a few clothes into his bag. It wasn’t much, just a pair of jeans, a hoodie and a few t-shirts. The trip would be short and he wasn’t planning on leaving the hotel anyway.

His father had already prepared a suitcase filled with neatly pressed suits, loafers, ties and shirts of a remarkable quality. He didn’t need more than formal clothes because he also wasn’t going anywhere else other than work, and he was fine with sleeping in underwear to save more space in the suitcase.

"Ready?" he asked as his son went down the stairs. Thad grunted in response, then maintained a softer face. He wasn’t going to let his father have the satisfaction of knowing how much he hated all of this.

The tension between them increased as they drove to the airport. Richard focused on the road, with impeccable posture, perfectly combed hairstyle and the most overwhelming scent of cologne. Thad was annoyed. Was it really necessary for his dad to wear a full suit just for the flight? He tried to contain his frustration as they approached the airport.

Chapter 2 - A New Wardrobe

The flight was long and tedious, and by the time they arrived at their destination, Thad was already stressed. He had barely slept, and the annoyance of being stuck in this trip without purpose made him angrier.

"Did you get your baggage?" the father asked.

Thad’s eyes widened as he looked back at the luggage area. "What? No, it’s not here.”

Richard sighed, shaking his head.

“Fantastic. Now we’ll have to deal with one more thing.”

They spent the next hour talking to staff and looking everywhere, but Thad’s bags were nowhere to be found.

"This is a nightmare."

Richard gave him a pointed look.

“You know what? We don’t have time to worry. You can borrow my clothes. I didn’t pack much either, just enough for four days, but it won’t take long until you get your stuff back."

"I’m not wearing your stuff, Dad."

"It’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. It’s just for a few time."

When they arrived at the hotel, Thad began to go through his father’s bag. The clothes were neatly folded, definitely too formal for Thad, and the size difference didn’t help either. His father was taller, broader, a gym addict with shoulders bigger than his head and a wide strong back. Everything would be oversized on him and he would look ridiculous.

"Great," Thad sighed as he picked a black dress shirt and trousers. The sleeves hung loosely, too long for his slim arms, and the fabric felt strange against his skin, too sharp for his usual style. Richard, noticing his son’s discomfort, smiled slightly.

"You’re looking fine, son.”

"Fine? I look like I’m swimming in these."

Richard’s voice softened, a hint of encouragement in it.

“Why don’t you try the full suit? It’ll be colder tonight and I have nothing else for this weather. You might be more comfortable."

Thad hesitated, then reluctantly agreed on putting on the jacket. It was baggy and smelled like cologne. Richard even managed to convince his son to wear a tie, regardless of his complaints, to make him fully get into the look. Despite how loose it felt, there was something about it that seemed different to Thad.

As the evening got colder, Thad walked around the hotel, getting used to the weight of the suit jacket hanging off his shoulders. It wasn’t so easy to walk in those bigger loafers. Something about it gave him a weird feeling, something he couldn’t put in words.

"How do you feel?" Richard asked, watching him from the doorway.

"I don’t know, kind of... comfortable, actually."

"I told you." Richard smiled knowingly. “You’re gonna enjoy it.”

Thad grunted, but deep down, something inside him shifted. There was a part of him that didn’t want to take the suit off. It wasn’t like the usual clothes he wore, the suit had some structure regardless of the bigger size. It was weird to see himself without a clearly skinny body.

The next morning, after a long cold night, Thad quickly got himself into the same suit after showering. He told himself it was just because it was cold and he didn’t have any other options, but he really wanted to wear it again. Richard glanced at him as he walked out of the hotel room.

"There you go. Looking sharp."

Thad softly smiled this time instead of his usual bored expressions. It wasn’t so bad, after all.

Chapter 3 - The Shift

The next day, Thad’s reflection in the mirror caught him off guard. The dark suit was still loose around his lean frame, but it felt different now. The fabric no longer seemed so uncomfortable, the jacket looks more right on his shoulders and the pants, though a bit baggy, we’re fitting better around his legs. He looked sharp, bigger. He didn’t thought much, might’ve been just the type of cut. He felt a bit of pride as he adjusted the collar, it felt like he was wearing something important.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” he muttered to himself, looking at his reflection once more. “This doesn’t feel so bad.” But still, a little rebellion remained inside of him. “No,” he thought, shaking his head. “I’m not going to let Dad know I’m starting to enjoy this or he’ll never care to get my stuff back.” He really wouldn’t show his father the change in his mindset.

As Thad walked outside, he found his father preparing for his own work day. Richard stood in front of the large mirror in the hallway, adjusting his tie with precision. His navy blue suit was perfectly tailored to fit his broad frame, and Thad envied the look a little. Might be good to be so big. He remembered how his father always tried to get him into working out, but all he wanted to do was rot on couch instead of stepping foot in a gym. He felt a bitter sadness, how big would he be if he had accepted the invitation right in the first time? He couldn’t help but admire the way Richard effortlessly put the finishing touches on his outfit. The sharp lines of his suit, the careful way he tied his tie, it was almost mesmerizing. Something he didn’t have.

“You look... good,” Thad said, not hiding well the hint of sadness and self deprecation. Richard glanced at him and smirked, clearly pleased.

“Thank you. It’s important to get every detail right.” He adjusted his cufflinks one last time. “Maybe you can try this one tomorrow. It’s a good fit.”

Thad’s quickly looked away, unable to meet his father’s gaze.

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, turning to walk away. He imagined himself in that suit, having that tie around his neck and those fancy loafers. He got used to walking on his father’s bigger shoes, almost if his feet had grown to fit triem. He didn’t want to admit it, but his father’s suit had ignited something in him, an appreciation for the detail, the formality and the manliness. Thad was beginning to see why his father cared so much about dressing like that.

Chapter 4 - The Rotation

The trip was lasting too long. What was supposed to be a brief four-day trip had turned into a much longer stay, and he still hadn’t got any answer about where was his baggage.

“I’m getting tired of this,” Thad complained, staring into the emptying suitcase. They were running out of clothes. “I’m not wearing your stuff again, Dad.”

“We don’t have much choice. The baggage still hasn’t arrived. We’ll have to make it work, son.”

“It’s like I’m losing myself in this.”

Richard sighed, unbothered. Thad got dressed in the exact same fit Richard had worn the night before, immediately hit by the explosion of the body odour of a busy lawyer mixed with pricey cologne. It was either this or nothing. Smell of a man, he guessed, annoyed by the musk.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, his stomach tightened. Every day of that trip had felt like a year, and he really looked as if he’s been aging a year every day. His face looked sharper, more defined and less soft. He could even see a few lines on his forehead and around his mouth. Could’ve been just the stress, he thought.

“You look good,” Richard said as he walked into the room, eyeing his son up and down, in approval. Neither of them noticed that Thad didn’t have to look up to see his father’s face anymore. The young man didn’t say anything. There was a strange discomfort in knowing his father saw him like that, so formal and grown-up. He was starting to look like what his father always wanted him to be. “You’re dressing like a man now, Thaddeus. Maybe that’s what you’ve needed all along.”

Thad wanted to complain but as he glanced down at the suit, then back at his father, he felt a sense of pride. He was able to share a little of his father’s style and presence, he was actually lucky for that.

“I guess... I could get used to dressing like this every day just like you.” his voice came out deeper than he was used to.

“You know, when we get back, I’ll take you to get your first suit.” Richard gently tapped his son’s shoulder, and went closer to adjust his tie. Thad felt a rush of excitement, then paused. Maybe modern suits didn’t look as appealing as his father’s older ones, straight from the 80s and 90s, with better tailoring and quality.

“I think I’d prefer something more like yours, actually. This vintage look. Yours have more character.” he smiled by hearing his new voice, and trying to replicate his father’s tone.

Richard’s smile deepened, never expecting his son to be this interested.

“Vintage, huh? Well, you’ll have to grow into them, then. Maybe I can sign you up for gym and you’ll catch up on the size. A man like you needs some mass to feel truly confident.”

Thad chuckled. A man. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had said that about him. His excitement grew stronger, he barely noticed the itching up his lips as hair was starting to grow for the first time.

That night, as he sat in the hotel room, Thad realized that he’d got so used to wearing the suits, to stepping into his father’s shoes, literally and metaphorically. It wasn’t just about the clothes, but how closer to his father he had got. He felt like he was slowly becoming him, and the idea that once felt terrifying now was his goal. To look like Richard. To had that class, confidence, strength and refinement. To be like Richard in every way. He smiles softly, he was on the way to reach his goal. As he glanced at his reflection, something caught his attention. He was taller. The angles of his face seemed rougher, more mature, and he noticed the shadow of facial hair. It was far from the full, thick beard his father had, but it was there. Richard noticed too, though neither of them commented on it.

In the span of a few days, Thad’s body had shifted. Now he was just as tall as his father, his body was fuller, heavier and more defined. They weren’t the most drastic changes, but it was noticeable. When he looked on the mirror, the word man sounded less foreign to him, as he saw the reflection of a man in his mid 20s instead of his normal 19-years-old self.

Chapter 5 - Into the Suit

Thad could feel the unexplainable transformations continuing, subtly but undeniable, as the days passed. The trip now had lasted two full weeks, and Thad was tired of staying inside the hotel everyday. One morning, as they sat down for breakfast, Richard looked over at Thad, who had a bored and sad glance. His moustache was fuller now, and though it was still sparse, it was undeniably there, just like the stubble along his squaring jawline.

“Alright, son. I’ve been thinking.” Richard leaned closer. “I see you’re tired of being inside, so I’ve got an idea. You can come with me to work today. You can be my assistant, helping with calls, papers, and keeping up with the clients. Since it’s really bothering you that you don’t have your bags yet, I’ll pay you for your time, of course. You can make your own money and buy whatever you need in our stay. What you think?”

“Yes!” Thad blinked with surprise and excitement. He hadn’t expected this.

“I thought you wouldn’t like the idea,” Richard chuckled, reading his son’s face.

“It’s… just for the money, okay?”

Richard nodded. “Good. Let’s get you ready, then.”

Richard took him to his bedroom, looking for the best attire for his son’s first day. The suit Richard chose for Thad was a deep charcoal with heavy fabric, with a tie that was more sophisticated than the ones Thad had worn the previous days. It was his father’s most expensive suit, one Thad never dared to wear during their rotation. As Richard adjusted the collar of his son’s shirt, Thad glanced at himself in the mirror again. He looked handsome in the suit. Even though he’s been wearing those for days, being dressed by his father in such a valued outfit felt too personal, like a rite of passage.

“You look like a lawyer,” Richard said, stepping back.

“Yeah,” Thad replied, straightening his tie. He never ever considered being a lawyer, but now the idea felt right. Maybe that’s the final piece he needed for truly becoming like his dad. “I do.”

They left for the office and Thad felt a strong anticipation inside him. It was nice to finally be out of the hotel, and even nicer to getting the chance to be a different person. He would be Richard for a day. The building was full of hot men in fancy formal clothes rushing from one side to another, and Thad felt as if he was part of that rhythm now. Just like his father was. People didn’t look at him as a boy anymore. No one knew his name, but they all saw was a man in a suit.

At the office, everything moved fast, and Thad felt his head spin as Richard led him from room to room. He took notes, filed papers, made calls and tried to keep up with the overwhelming world of law. Even thought it seemed hard, new knowledge was quickly getting inside his mind. Contracts, terms, negotiations, all were like a second language he was learning too fast. Thad could feel it flowing through him, becoming almost instinctual. It wasn’t just about the suits anymore. It was the role he was stepping into. A professional, a man who knew things. He could feel it in his bones, and somehow, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Days passed, and Thad found himself continuing to follow his father to work, more and more comfortable in his role. The work got less hard with each passing hour and, by the end of the week, he was handling tasks without hesitation.

One afternoon, as they sat down for a lunch break, Thad saw a glimpse of himself reflected in the glass of the office window. The reflection was different. The lines of his face had changed, they were deeper and more mature. His stubble had thickened into a full beard, his hairline had receded slightly, and his growing muscles had started to fill out his clothes. The boyishness and youthfulness from just a few days ago were fading. He was finally older and stronger, no longer the scrawny guy in borrowed clothes. He was a man in his own right and, without even realizing it, he started introducing himself as Thaddeus, his full name, the name he once despised.

“You’re Thaddeus, right?” one of the assistants had asked, shaking his hand firmly.

“Yeah. Thaddeus Harrington.” the sound of it felt perfectly right. His body was different, he could feel the muscles in his chest and arms growing every day, his body hair thickening in a dense carpet of fur, his frame becoming bulkier and his voice getting deeper. He was no longer that 19-year-old kid. He wasn’t even in early 20s anymore, he looked like a 30 years old man, someone who had lived a life, worked for his place, and made himself the best man he could become. The nickname Thad would never feel right again. He was Thaddeus now.

“Mr. Harrington, I have the documents you requested.” the assistant handed him a small pile of papers.

Thaddeus blinked. For a split second, his mind gained some clarity. Mr. Harrington? That was his father! What was he even doing there? Before he could thing further, something in his brain got adjusted.

He exhaled slowly. Of course, he was Mr. Harrington. A respected lawyer, a man of confidence and discipline. The title felt right, as if it had always been his. Mr. Harrington took the documents from the assistant’s hands, flipping through them. Instinct guided him so he knew exactly what to look for. Without hesitation, he smiled.

“Thank you so much. Send these to my office.” His voice, deeper, now sounded more aged, like the voice of a man who commanded a courtroom. He adjusted his tie and turned to his father. Richard gave him an approving smirk, but Thaddeus felt like nothing out of the normal had happened. As if he had always been this man.

Chapter 6 - The Next Day

The morning sunlight was slowly invading the bathroom and the city was already awake outside, with fast cars and thousands of people in a rush. But for Mr. Thaddeus Harrington, there was no rush. He glanced at the clock. It was early, but as early as he had been waking up in that trip. It was finally their last day, with a successful concluded case, more privilege to the Harrington name and more money on their bank accounts. He smiled and he stretched his big hairy body, with a sense of satisfaction and pride.

During his sleep, his body had finished the final stages of the shift. The youth was gone, replaced by the strong and solid muscles of a man. His chest was so broader, his shoulders so big and wide. His neck was thicker than his face. His beard had grown bigger overnight, he felt a hit of arousal growing as he ran his fingers through. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so complete.

He rubbed his eyes as he stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom to shower and get his first well deserved orgasm as Mr. Thaddeus Harrington. His morning wood was pulsating and his balls were heavy and big. It was going to be fun. He licked his cum and spread it around his chest, enjoying every second of it. He showered, getting hard again by spreading the soap on his thick fur to wash away the previous load. The water fell on his balding spot, spreading across his face and being absorbed by his beard. Such a delicious feeling.

Mr. Harrington got dressed for the day, with a suit perfectly tailored to his larger and muscular body. Luckily he and the other Mr. Harrington were the same size and body type, so even Richard’s more carefully tailored suits would fit him just perfectly. The reflection in the mirror stared back at him in excitement, no longer the awkward young man who had first tried on his father’s clothes.

As he finished getting dressed, Thaddeus went to the bathroom to check his hair. His hairline had receded more since yesterday but it didn't bother him. It made him look older, more distinguished. The thinning hair actually fit him even better than his previous dense haired scalp, accentuating the maturity of his face. He ran a hand through his hair, checking how it sat on his head. It was a good look, he felt older than he was a few weeks ago and it was such a welcoming feeling. There was no more hesitation or uncertainty, he was Thaddeus now. Not Thad, not a lazy useless guy with no purpose in life.

In the other room, Richard was already up, buttoning his white shirt around his muscular chest.

“Guess what? The company just called. They said they found your suitcases.” he said as he stand in the mirror near Thaddeus, both adjusting their ties.

“On our last day? Better than nothing, I guess.”

“Don’t raise your expectations, they weren’t even yours.” Richard chucked.

“What?”

“They looked exactly like yours, in every way. But they were filled with someone else’s clothes. A bunch of hoodies and tees.”

“Definitely not mine, then.” Thaddeus sighed in disappointment. “Looking at the good side of it, there’s probably a boring weak dude out there that got my stuff by mistake. Maybe it has made a man out of him. If yes, I’ll let him keep it.”

Richard laughed and looked proudly at Thaddeus. His son looked just like him, they were nearly identical in so many ways. His suit fit perfectly around his son’s body, their beards matched. Their frames were now indistinguishable, same muscular build, same tall stature, same confidence. Even their voices had the same deep tone. Thaddeus now stood as a man in his early 30s, closer to his father’s 42 years of age.

After breakfast, they both got ready for the flight back home. Richard looked at Thaddeus one more time, noticing how his son stood at the door, waiting for him to leave. He saw him as an equal rather than a father’s authority and hierarchy. Now Thaddeus was his fellow lawyer colleague, his friend. His brother. Yeah, brother feels more right. How could those two men even be father and on with such a small age difference? He softly smiled, and both their memories of being only child were replaced by their life as brothers.

Chapter 7 - Brothers in Law

Their office smelled like leather, wood, cologne and old books, a scent that was as familiar to Thaddeus as the expensive fabric of his clothes. He sat behind his desk reviewing a case file, and his thick fingers were running through his facial hair. Across from him, Richard was doing the same in concentration. They had worked like this for years, side by side, partners in law. Thaddeus exhaled slowly, feeling the stretch of his broad shoulders under his linen shirt.

“It’s a messy case, isn’t it?” he said, flipping a page.

“You think so? You would’ve understood it well if you weren’t so damn busy with this beard of yours. And it’s even getting grey before mine.”

Thaddeus ran his hand through his thick beard again, which now had grey hairs in it.

“Can’t help it,” he smiled. “Looking older suits me.”

Thaddeus did look older, older than his 33 years of age, older than Richard’s 42. His receding hairline, the deep lines on his face and the facial hair made him look like the older brother. And he loved it. Thaddeus leaned back again and stretched. “Hard to believe we’ve been at this for so long.”

Richard glanced at him. “What’s got you thinking that?”

“Just… thinking about how it all started. We’ve come a long way.”

“All thanks to me.” Richard smiled, looking at his brother with pride.

It started just after breakfast. He rubbed his chin absentmindedly during his first class and felt stubble—thicker than he remembered shaving off that morning. By the time lunch rolled around, his jawline itched like hell, and in the mirror above the sink in the men's room, he stared at himself in disbelief. A full beard was pushing through, dark and coarse.

People should be more careful, there’s a lot of money in MMA and all a coach needs to make tons of money is a rising star and looks like these guys have found coaches who will help them set everything aside for muscles, wealth and violence in the ring.

To say that Jack was having a miserable day was an understatement. He had been fired and his boyfriend of three years had left him that same day! Trudging home at night in the rain - because of course today of all days his car broke down and he didn’t have change for the bus-, Jack cursed the world. As if on cue, and almost as if it was mocking him, a bus drove by through a massive puddle, spraying him with a huge wave of water. Jack was about to scream with frustration…when it happened again.

A gigantic lifted pickup truck with Virginia plates had drove by, Sean Stemaly blaring from the speakers, and splashed him with water yet again! To his surprise, the truck’s brake lights came on as it pulled to a halt. Jack was angry and determined to give this hick a piece of his mind. When the Southener climbed out of the cab, he quickly thought better of it. The man was massive, a heavily bearded behemoth of a man, broad-shouldered, and easily 7 feet tall. Jack gulped nervously, but couldn’t help bring turned on by man’s size and sexiness. The man’s deep voice thundered down at Jack.

“Hey there lil Yankee! I’m sorry about that! You need a lift someplace?”

Jack had always been wary of strangers, -living in a big city of rude Yankees will do that to you-, but decided that the man seemed genuine enough, and he only lived a few blocks away.

“Uh, sure.”

“Hop on in!”

The huge cowboy opened a cab door and let the lil Yankee climb up into the truck. To his amusement, he had to help throw the Yankee up, but he climbed in with zero effort.

Jack was relieved to feel the hot air in the truck, and the warmth of the seats. The truck smelled like leather (the seats and the drivers boots), oil (self-explanatory), beer (there were Rebel Brew cans scattered around the floorboards) and musk (again, self-explanatory) and the hot air made it all intense and musky, but since had been shivering a few moments ago, he was happy to be in the warmth of the massive pickup. Over the seemingly earth-shaking speakers blaring bro country, the driver asked.

“Where to lil guy?”

Jack strained to make himself heard, but he gave his address, and asked the drivers name.

“Names Thomas. What’s yer’s, lil feller?”

“Jack.”

The massive Southerner turned down the radio.

“You alright lil feller? You seem…sad. If ya don’t mind my saying so.”

“I AM sad! I lost my job. And Bob broke up with me…stupid cheating bastard!”

Thomas didn’t respond. He approached Jack’s apartment, but then abruptly pulled off into a parking lot and parked.

“Alright lil Yankee…you need a hug.”

“No. Just take me home.”

“Look, yer upset, your still wet and cold, and ya just need a hug…”

He leaned over and embraced Jack, the immense Virginia titan’s body enveloping Jack warmly.

“Don’t need no puny Yankee. You need a real man.”

Jack faintly nodded, enveloped in the warmth and musk of the huge Southerner. It felt so nice and warm and cozy. Thomas smirked.

“Yer mine now Yankee boi.”

Before Jack could do much as question anything, the warmth and musk emanating from Thomas increased. His face pressed against Thomas’s chest, he saw a faint and quickly intensifying light coming from under Thomas’s shirt. A Confederate flag tattoo was glowing brightly, and Jake struggled to escape the huge Southerners grip. But within moments, he started to feel strange. Like he was getting…thinner?

Jack tried to escape, but Thomas had a firm grasp, and there was no escaping his mighty muscles. Jack felt oddly itchy all over his body, and to his confusion, Thomas seemed to be getting bigger! His arms and legs started to shrink in on themselves. The Yankee tried to scream, but nothing came out, his mouth now somehow full of hair! No, wait, everything was covered in hair!

There was a flash of red and white and blue light that filled the cab, and the world turned upside down. Jack wasn’t in Thomas’s arms anymore. He was now a beard hair on Thomas’s chin!

“Told ya you were mine Yankee boi. Your my beard slave now. Get to worshippin yer new God boi. No more cold and rain, no more worries, just worshippin me.”

He smirked and grabbed a Rebel Brew from a cooler. The ice cold beer was gulped down quickly as Thomas turned the radio back up, and soon he proudly rumbled out a massive BBBUUURRRRPPP! Jack was blasted by the thunderous wave of beer gas, and would have gagged if he had a mouth. Yet, despite the intense smell and the huge shockwave…something about it felt…good?!?

—

By the time Thomas was back home from his trip up north, Jack had been completely broken into a mindless beard slave. Rumbling out another beer burp, Thomas grinned and took a picture as he heard Jack praising him. He gave a slight thumbs up.

“Good Yankee. Good lil beard boi.”

Of course my dear. It wouldn’t be the first time dear Jensen has been the subject of one of my changes. Many people have wanted to test him out...honestly who knows if he’s still even the original Jensen at this point. 

With a snap of my fingers, Jensen Ackles appears in the room. “What? Where am I?” 

“Ah...that accent never gets old. Freeze.” With a wave of the hand Jensen froze in place. “So take a look kid. This fine specimen can be yours if you want it”  I walked around the frozen man showing him off like he was some new car model.

 “Oh where are my manners. I bet you want to know what’s under the hood right?” As you nodded I smirked and waved my hand again. This time his clothes vanished,leaving him standing naked. “See he looks good down under too.” I grasp his dick and hold it like it’s an important feature, let’s face it it is. “Are you ready?”

When you give the signal for a go ahead, it begins. I grab hold of Jensen's arm and you watch as the man begins to thin out. “Don’t worry about this, you said you wanted him to be your scruff.” The man continues to thin out and shrink as I continue to hold onto him. It isn’t long before a single strand of facial hair from his beard is left. “Here he is. Jensen Ackles. You ready to become him?” When you said yes I placed the strand on your chin.

Once you felt the hair attach onto your chin, the changes began. It was a strange sensation...it was a pleasure beyond anything you had ever felt before. You felt your muscles beginning to grow and your height get taller. Your clothes began to rip and tear thanks to your new size. Once your clothes fell off, you got a good look at your new body. Hair was growing all over you and you watched as your cock lengthened out and your balls dropped lower than ever. 

“Holy shit.” You heard your voice come out as much deeper. It was Jensen’s voice alright. You felt little prickles along your face. Running to one of my mirrors you see more scruff begin to appear all over your face. When it was one, your transformation was finished. You had become Jensen Ackles.

“There you go. I hope you enjoy your change. I know you said you wanted it to be temporary so I’ve given you the power to choose when to end it. The original  Jensen is part of your beard so all you have to do to return to normal is shave it. Now-” I smack your new ass. “Go on, I have more wishes to get to.”

You had taken the job with the construction company because, despite your BA and MA, you couldnt find a job. Your coworkers werent the type of guys youd get a beer with, if you got beers. They were big, hairy, dense men with one thing on their mind: pussy. You were a twunk, not tiny but not hairy and definitely not barking up the same tree these guys are. It started without you noticing. A few comments passed around in your first month at the company, nothing major, guys ribbing on you for your lack in women, your lack of hair, your lack of manliness. You ignored it because it bothered you at first and then you ignored it because it felt less true. You werent sure why, it just did. You still shaved everyday, still maintained yourself in a way they didnt. The the end of your first month some of the guys invited you over for drinks. You agreed hoping to have a good time. You've been going to your local gay bars but none of them felt right anymore. Luke passed around a few beers, you and John took them. You were sitting on a couch in Matt's place. That's where John asked. "So you've never fucked a girl?" "Never." You said. "Damn bro, I would have pegged you for a pussy hound." Luke took a sip and so did you. For some reason the word pussy hound was ringing in your head. "Really?" You asked. "Why?" "It's that stubble bro," Matt said, "even if you try to hide it we can tell youve got a big beard waiting to come out." "Big beard? No I can't grow anything." This is true, you've tried to impress a bear once. "Stop lying." You scratched your face feeling stubble where there wasn't any a second ago. "Odd?" You took another swig. "And that python you got down there." Luke said. "Python?" "And that pelt on your chest." "I don't got a pelt!" You said, you just shaved before coming over. "Really?" Matt laughed. "Well let's see. Matt and Luke, on either side of you, pulled off your shirt. "That's a pelt bro!" They were right. A pelt of chest hair was going on your chest. You scratched your beard, trying to figure out when it had... since when did you have a beard? You felt it, ran your fingers through it, it must have been just as long as the ones the guys had. The panic was undercut by another feeling, a feeling you knew you had to fight but it felt too go to

"What the fuck?" You stood up, now shirtless. "What are you doing to me?" The words came out slurred, thick, deeper. "Just let it happen bro." Matt said. "We all used to be like you, small, educated, fruity, but trust me bro it feels better like this... especially once your stick your dick in her." "Bros," you said, your voice changed, "I don't want this!" "Sure you do," John said as he raked his fingers through your growing beard. "You're a man, this is what men do." "No! It's not!" You tried to fight but it felt so good. Luke started running his hands over your hairy chest. "You're gonna love it. Look at how long your beard is already and you haven't even finished the bottle." He brought the beer to your lips. "Drink." You did, your body fighting your mind of control. "No!" But the beer was all in your stomach now.

"Ill get the girl." Matt said disappearing into another room. Your cock was so hard, your body overrun with the hormones of becoming hairy and dumb. Your beard now reached your chest and wasn't stopping. The men all praised it, stroked it, said you were going to be the MAN of the group. This only made your cock harder, your hair grow more, Your mind change faster. Gone were the twinks and the bears and the gay bars and the dick sucking and ass. Now it was all tits and ass, tits, ass, and pussy. Fuck you needed pussy bad. Real bad. You were leaking for it. That's when Matt brought in the girl and she said "oh you're spoiling me. I didn't realize I'd get a breeding bull tonight." It was all too much. You were on her, tongue deep in her pussy you felt the juices run down and get stuck in your beard. You loved it, unlike anything else you'd ever tasted. It was heaven. The smell of the juices lingered and it drove you into a rut. You were the man feeling her play with your beard as you plowed into her, your buddies watching. Deeper and deeper you fucked until finally, finally, you came. As the cum drained out of you so did your intelligence, your gayness, yourself. You were gone. You were nothing but Mark, a dumb highschool drop out with a way with the ladies and too many bastards to count. You liked beer, your beard, and fucking.

Yo! New guy across the way! Yeah, you prep! You with the button up, tie, and brief case. Why don't you come smoke with me? What? You don't smoke. Of course you do. We've been smoking for years together. What do you man we just met? Come on dude we've been bros since birth and we've been smoking together almost as long. Yeah there we go, now you're remembering. Yeah man take off your shirt, make yourself comfy, it's only us guys out there. Here dude, light up. You're not new to this! We've been smoking since, what, 14? Yeah man we found them in you old man's room. What's gotten into you? Yeah man I bet your face itches, you've got that big beard. What do you mean you're clean shaven? Since when? You were the first guy our age to grow a beard and I've never seen you let anyone forget it. You inspired me man to grow mine out. Here bro put on your cap, maybe thatll get you in the right headspace. How's the new ink healing up? What's up with you, the new ink! The one on your pec. Yeah man that one. This is like your tenth time getting a tattoo. Feeling good night? It's all feeling really good right? Na na don't worry about going back across the street we live together now, we've been married for a couple years bro, since we graduated high school. We work together on the farm. Come on man. There you go now you're remembering.