James was a little worried about his son. He'd received a package in the mail, whereupon he immediately ran upstairs with it and to the bathroom. At his age, it was probably best not to ask any questions or interrupt under most circumstances. Boys will be boys, after all. But then he could hear him cussing out loud, even from downstairs. It sounded like whatever he'd bought, it wasn't going the way he wanted. It was probably another of those cheap doohickeys from that dumb online shopping app everyone seemed to be into these days. He didn't care for it, of course. A lot of the cheap tat on there was either faulty or fake. It's too good to be true, he always said, because there was always a reason for the price.
As James walked upstairs, he noticed that the bathroom door wasn't properly closed, there was a slither of a gap. Outside the bathroom, he could hear the shower running, his son groaning and cursing under his breath. He always tried to give his son some privacy, but he also had to make sure he wasn't in any trouble. So James rapped on the bathroom door. "You okay in there, Duncan?" he asked.
He heard him grunt in surprise, followed by the sound of scrambling hands and bottles. Eventually, Duncan yelled back, "everything's peachy! Don't come in!" Yet his voice sounded scratchy, gravelly even. As if he'd caught a cold. The shower turned off, and there was more of that whispered cussing that sounded unusually deep as it echoed around the bathroom walls.
"I wasn't going to!" James replied. "But if there's something you want to talk about, you know I'm here." Even if it was embarrassing, he couldn't leave him injured or in pain.
There was a few seconds pause before Duncan finally replied, "Fine... Just don't look until I tell you to." James pushed the door open slowly, his hand covering his eyes, and stepped inside. He could see Duncan's feet as he stood in the shower entrance. But they looked bigger, swollen even. They led up to a pair of hair-covered legs that he couldn't remember his son ever having. A towel hung loose against his knees, flapping as it unfurled and assumedly wrapped around his waist. Duncan let out a heavy sigh. "Okay," he grunted. "You can look, but don't be mad..."
James uncovered his eyes, and jolted back in surprise, slamming his back into the now shut door. Instead of the husky, young teen he was expecting to see, he was faced with a burly, hirsute, middle-aged man. There was a guilty look on his rounded face. Yet despite the salt and pepper beard, and the weathered skin, and the completely bald scalp, he could make out a strong familial resemblance. As if this man could have been his uncle. And yet, his gut told him otherwise.
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Duncan was a rather impatient young man. Still in the throes of puberty, yet he was desperate for the true signals of a real man - body hair. Sure, he had hair in the usual places, arms and legs, pits and pubes, even if it was a little light in colour, but the other guys in his class were beginning to get chest hairs, mustaches, and beards, while he was still relatively smooth. His dad was adamant that it was the same for him. He didn't get truly hairy until he was in his thirties. His thirties! Duncan didn't want to wait that long, he wanted chest hair, and he wanted it now.
However, he had cooked up an idea. His dad was very self-conscious about his hair. He was losing it, and fast. So much so, that he'd started getting some hair growth formula that he religiously rubbed into his scalp every morning and evening. Duncan didn't seem to notice any difference, he still had a sizeable bald spot at the back of his head. But then he overheard his dad complaining about the side effects. Namely, that hair was growing elsewhere on his body. After a quick search online, Duncan concluded that this hair growth formula wasn't just for the head. It was capable of growing hair just about anywhere on the body it was applied
But he couldn't just take his dad's formula, surely he'd notice his supply running out faster than usual. And he couldn't exactly go to the supermarket and buy his own, not when he was clearly not losing his hair. Which is how he ended up on Henka, the latest trending, controversial shopping app to hit the app store. It was full of oddities at jaw-droppingly low prices. Spoons shaped like garden tools? They've got it. Socks covered with bathing capybaras? They've got it. Knock-off licensed plush toys? You better believe they've got it.
Duncan was scrolling through the trending page, as he did when he was bored and wanting some inspiration, when something caught his eye. "Spectacular Hair Growing Miracle." Curious, he tapped on the product and read the information. It was in broken English thanks to what was presumably an automatic translation, but it sounded exactly like what he was looking for. A hair growth cream that wasn't just for the scalp, but for anywhere on the body, with almost instant results. And for only $8.63! It was almost too good to be true. His dad always said that about Henka. And yet, there were dozens of reviews, and not a single bad one in the bunch. They can't all be bots, right? And for less than a tenner, it was practically a no-brainer.
The two weeks it took for the formula to arrive were the longest Duncan had ever had. So when the tiny package appeared on his doorstop, he immediately shot up to the bathroom so he could use it. It was a small tube, smaller than expected, with a silver lid, and plain white label. The accompanying instructions were only in Chinese, which didn't bode well. Even after running a picture through the translation app on his phone, they came out in a similar broken English to Henka's description.
Applying to the area where hair will grow and it will germinate in seconds. Nice for regenerating hairlines. Patented tech will revive you! It is also used for growth on other bodies. Solo doses should be pea-size in used amounts; in case of overuse, effect diminishes. Overdose may halt efficacy. Advise caution for children under the effects of puberty. Do not under eighteen years. In usage, it also improves and matures the individual. This will cause effects unwanted such as hair growth, rough skin, bloating, discoloration and even loss of hair that cannot regenerate. Carefulness is required.
It sounded like those under 18 shouldn't use the product, but Henka did have his birthday details for those sweet birthday coupons. So if it was age restricted, they wouldn't have sold it to him. Duncan tossed the instructions aside with a shrug, and giddily unscrewed the lid. He squeezed a small amount of cream into his hands, which he proceeded to rub into his cheeks, and across his chin. Another glob of cream in hand, he smeared it all over his bare chest and stomach. He even dabbed a little across his groin and pits, every little helps. Maybe a little on his arms and legs wouldn't hurt either. Before he knew it, he'd managed to use up over half of the tube. Yet other than a mild tingling, his skin felt smoother and more supple than ever. Duncan frowned at his reflection. Not a single hair! Henka conned him again! His dad was right, it was too good to be true.
As he was about to turn away from the mirror, however, something caught his eye. Duncan leaned in close, and prodded at his chin where a few bumps had grabbed his attention. His acne wasn't usually this bad. He scratched the tip of one, only for the bump to suddenly sprout a hair... A hair! And another, and another! He stepped back from the mirror to see it wasn't just his chin. Golden brown hairs were breaking out across the entirety of his face, creating a dark shadow of stubble that immediately hardened his features. And even more, those follicle-sprouting bumps were making their way known across his entire body, everywhere he had spread the cream. Duncan could have cried out with glee, he was so ecstatic. He was actually getting hairy! Henka had succeeded again! His dad was wrong, it was true and good!
It tickled as it grew across his body. Duncan scratched at his bristly beard in disbelief. With the amount of hair that covered him, he could easily be mistaken for an adult. And with this beard, he could probably walk into a store and buy some alcohol without even being carded. Although there came a point where it was a little excessive. He was only sixteen, after all. Yet here he was with a dense beard and a pelt of chest hair that any number of men would envy. Maybe he should have been more frugal with the cream. It was even beginning to spread to his shoulders, and the less said about his back the better. And he didn't even put cream on those areas. As much as he'd love to brag and show off his newly acquired fur, how was he going to explain the spontaneous growth to his friends in the first place? Hell, how was he going to explain this to his dad? He wasn't quite sure he'd believe a miracle hair growth cream, even if it was the truth...
Yet despite the inconvenience, he was grinning from ear to ear. He'd always dreamt of being this hairy when he was older, and now the dream was real. Hell, he had more body hair than anyone else in his family! It made him look bigger, tougher. He even felt physcially larger. He'd always been a husky lad, yet the excessive hair made it look like he'd put on a few pounds. He patted his round stomach with a smile. Maybe he should start thinking about joining a gym before his small gut inflated to beachball proportions. He chuckled at the thought.
As he rubbed his cheeks with a goofy grin, he noticed something peculiar. A white hair, in the dead center of his chin. He leaned close to the mirror, and prodded at the singular follicle, shifting it under his fingers until he grasped it between his fingernails. With a wince, he tugged on the stray hair until it broke free of his skin. He held it aloft. Was it really a gray hair? It couldn't be. Maybe it was an errant blond. Yet it did look awfully drained of color... Didn't the instructions say something about that? No, it probably didn't mean anything...
Trying to put the thought aside, Duncun dropped the hair in the sink, and looked back up to the mirror. He gasped. There were more of them now, breaking through the otherwise dark brown sea of hairs across his face. The sight shocked him, instinctively reaching up to pass a hand through his hair in disbelief. But as his fingers slipped through his locks, a large wad came along with it. His gut turned as he stared at the furball in his grip. "Wha- My... My hair!?" He dropped the clump in the sink, and looked at himself once more. His forehead had expanded significant, his hairline receding at a rapid rate. Hair was quite literally shedding from his scalp. In a panicked frenzy, he scooped the raining follicles upwards to prevent them from leaving, but the action only seemed to increase the rate of his hair loss. "But this is a hair growth formula!" He wailed. "Growth! Not loss!" For a split second, he noticed that he looked like his father, if he were twice as hairy and twenty pounds heavier. A comparison he did not appreciate one bit. Especially as his hair continued falling out in clumps. Eventually, there came a point where it was no use trying to prevent the inevitable. In a fit of anger, he rubbed his hands across his head and scrubbed them about, his remaining hair blanketed the sink and floor before fading into wisps of smoke until no trace remained
The bathroom light shined on his denuded scalp, highlighting several lines and wrinkles digging into his skin, a ruggedness he shouldn't achieve until he was his dad's age. What was happening to him, why did he look old? He stared at himself for a moment, trying to make sense of what had happened. This hair growth formula was turning out to be more complex than first thought. And there was something else wrong. He looked bloated, his general huskiness had crossed into flat-out fat. His stomach extended further from his torso, his pecs looking a little saggy for wear. He wasn't just getting hairier, he was gaining weight too. Then there was the increasing amount of grey hairs staining his beard and the fragile horseshoe of hair that remained. What was it the instructions said? Something about maturity or puberty or something... Duncan growled in frustration, why couldn't they have provided some English instructions instead of relying on that auto-translated nonsense!?
He stared transfixed by his changing appearance. There was a level of disconnect between himself nad his reflection. Enough to stop him from moving as he contined to see more inches pile onto his stomach, and more greys sweep through his beard. Finally, he realised it wasn't slowing down. "Shitshitshit!" He growled under his breath. "I need to stop this somehow!" His eyes turned to the shower. It was his only hope. He hopped inside and turned on the water. He had to wash the formula off of his body, maybe then the growth would stop. Maybe he'd even revert to being a hairless teen with a head full of hair. He squeezed a load of body wash onto his furry torso and spread it into a thick lather that spread fast across his hefty body. Maybe it was his heightened senses in the heat of the moment, but he could almost feel the lotion breaking up, its effects slowing to a crawl, and then a stop.
He washed away the suds with a sigh of relief. But it wasn't over yet. While the soap had washed away the lotion, the crux of the problem remained. He was still a fat and overly hairy middle aged man. "How could this even happen," Duncan groaned, his gravelly voice echoing around the room. He rubbed his hands across his body, getting a good feel of his soft pecs and the multitude of hairs that covered them. The pounding of the water against his bare scalp was overwhelming. He felt distraught at just how much he had grown. And a warm, tight feeling up in his chest and down in his groin. A feeling he'd only felt when he was home alone, and he'd opened the incognito tab on his laptop's web browser. He looked down, his heart pounding harder as he realised he had to lean forward to look over his gut just so he could get a glimpse of his cock. Like every other part of his body, it had grown in size. It was nestled within a forest of salt and pepper pubes, and was already at half mast. Just the mere act of wrapping a rough hand around the shaft was enough to fire up the beast within.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Duncan uttered quietly as he begun pumping his fist up and down, the soapy water providing some much needed lubrication. "I can't even believe this is me... Ngh, I'm so hairy..." he grumbled as he fumbled his free hand through the damp pelt sprawled over his inflated belly, through the curls coating his chest, and up to his thick beard. "And I'm so bald," he grumbled as his fingers danced across his smooth scalp, barely recognisable amidst the drumming of the running shower against his scalp. "My gut's so big, I can't even see my goddamned cock." The rhythm of his fist slapping against the underside of his belly was getting faster. "I got lots of white hairs, I gotta be pushing fifty, at least," he moaned. "Older than my dad, fatter and hairier than him too. Just a fucking old bear of a man!" He growled as he thrust his hips harder, reaching his climax as he roared and coated the tiles with a hefty, pent-up load of cum.
"Fuck!" Duncan cursed under his breath, resting against the tiled walls, his breath heavy. "That felt good..." He smirked as he watched his seed dripped down the wall before being washed down the drain. "Maybe this ain't so bad..."
Above the din of the shower water, he heard a light tapping noise. His gut turned. "You okay in there, Duncan?"
The sudden voice of concern startled him, knocking over bottles as he tried turning off the shower. "Everything's peachy. Don't come in!" He face-palmed, his voice was so gravelly and commanding now. He wasn't going to convince his dad of anything!
"I wasn't going to!" his dad replied. "But if there's something you want to talk about, you know I'm here."
Duncan gulped. There was nowhere he could hide. He couldn't even wait for his dad to leave. He'd probably hang out outside the bathroom until he left. All he could do was face the consequences. He sighed, and replied "Fine... Just don't look until I tell you to." He grabbed a towel off of the towel rack, and meekly stepped out of the shower as his dad slowly entered the room. This wasn't going to go well...
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"...So I got in the shower to wash off the excess cream, but the damage was done... And that's that."
James picked up the discarded tube, and rotated it in his hands. "Spectacular Hair Growing Miracle," he read aloud. "It's a little hard to believe..."
"But it's true!" Duncan cried. "Go on, ask me anything."
"It's not that I don't believe you," James sighed, as curiousity led him to squeeze a pea-sized amount of cream onto his fingertips. It felt cool to the touch. "But you have to admit, a magical cream that can cure baldness is already a fantasy." As he spoke, he rubbed cream into the back of his scalp, smearing it across the sizeable bald spot he'd been trying to get rid of for several years now. "Then you bought it from that tatty website for only ten bucks?" He continued to rub his fingers across his scalp, and through his fine, fragile hair. It always felt like there was less up top with every passing day. But it could be worse, he could have no hair at all, like... "And to top it off, the cream not only had the opposite effect, making you lose your hair, but effectively aged you by several decades? Well, it's far-fetched is all I'm saying!"
He wondered whether it was all for naught. Maybe his own displeasure with his body, his own vanity, could be the root of his son's problems. Maybe if he hadn't tried to avoid nature, and accepted his own hair loss, his supposed son wouldn't have even attempted to do this very stupid thing. He turned back to look at the portly man still wrapped in a towel, expecting him to look sad. But instead, there was a look of surprise, his mouth pulled into a big grin. "Woah," he exclaimed. "It may be far-fetched, but look in the mirror!"
James cocked his head, wondering why he'd do such a thing, when he came to notice his fingers weren't touching skin anymore, he was feeling bristles beneath the pads. He paused, turning towards the mirror, glaring at his reflection, his mouth agape. "My hair," he finally managed to squeak. "It's... It's back!" He grabbed a handful of growth, and gave a timid tug. Enough to feel it rooted into his scalp, but not enough to yank any of it out. Because it was a goddamned miracle, he had hair again! He spun around feverishly, trying to view his scalp from as many angles as possible. That pesky bald spot was non-existent, the thinning across the top had filled in, even his hairline had redeveloped and extended forward a few inches. "I haven't had hair this healthy since I was in college... It's a fucking miracle!" he whooped aloud.
He undid his shirt just to make sure he wasn't becoming a furball like the man to his side, but he didn't notice any new hairs. If anything, it looked sparser. James turned his head left and right, up and down, soaking in a reflection he hadn't seen in years. A full head of gloriously thick hair, it looked thicker and fuller than he remembered. Even the color was more vibrant, as if free of grays. It really made him look years younger. In fact, taking a look at his face, those fine lines at his eyes and forehead looked a little fainter. The underlying white hairs in his beard had all but vanished. Even his skin looked more radiant than ever.
He'd completely forgotten about the bear in the room until Duncan came up behind him and placed a meaty paw on his shoulder. "I can't believe it really worked!" The man said with that distinctive gravelly tone. "Well, I guess it had to, since it worked on me in a way... But you know what I mean. Maybe I can get my hair back too!"
"Nuh-uh!" James growled, snatching the tube before his son could get his mitts on it. "You've used enough of this, and look at what happened!"
"I see your point. But that's because I wasn't losing my hair yet. I used the cream to get hair elsewhere. But now I've lost it all up top, that means it should work the way it's intended."
He couldn't deny that the logic made sense. "Okay... But I'm going to put it on you. I don't want you going hog wild." Wasting the rest of the cream and leaving him with none, he meant. Who knew how long this miracle was going to last. He squirted a plump blob on top of his son's shiny dome, and gingerly massaged it into his scalp. It was an odd sensation, performing his daily routine on someone else's head. Especially a head with even less hair than he used to have. He could tell his son found it odd too, as he squirmed underneath his fingers. But after a solid massage session, and several minutes of waiting, not a single follicle bloomed, his scalp as barren as ever. "Sorry bud," he sighed, as he slapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Looks like it's a dud."
"Well, I suppose it's better to be bald than balding, huh?" Duncan sighed as he rubbed his bald head a little. The sensation of his calloused palm against the smooth dome was beginning to feel almost normal now. His stomach had stopped lurching at the very least. "I won't have to deal with all the dodgy haircuts, and the snake-oil remedies, and the melodrama like a certain man I know."
"Oi! Just because you're older than me now, doesn't mean I can't ground you!" The two men laughed, a break in the tension. As the two stood side by side in the mirror, James couldn't help but focus on the scene. Now that he had a full head of hair, and a peculiar youthful glow to him, while his son was now a bald and big-bellied older man with more salt than pepper in his beard, they couldn't be more dissimilar. And yet, the familial resemblance remained. They still looked like they were father and son, except the roles were reversed. It left a weird feeling in his gut.
Duncan sighed as he glanced at himself in the mirror. All he wanted was to look a little more mature. A bit of chest hair, or enough scruff to grow a goatee. Anything to boast about to his schoolmates. But he was too eager, too greedy. He got what he wanted, and then some. He had matured straight into senority. The worst part was that he liked being so hairy. He still couldn't believe just how hairy he was, the way it seemed to coat every part of his body without a single patch. If it hadn't come with the other side effects, he'd be over the moon. But suddenly being older than his own dad was a surreal experience. And the less said about the stomach overhanging the towel wrapped tight around his hips, the better. Even the bristly beard he so craved was mostly stained with the grey hairs of a distinguised gentleman. "Jeez, even my chest hair is turning grey," Duncan grumbled to himself as he tugged on the stark patch of white in the centre of his chest. "I could be as old as Grandpa now... How old do you reckon I am?"
James jerked back, caught out by the sudden question. He'd been trying his best not to even think about it. But he did always try to be honest. "Do you want the truth or should I sugarcoat it?" Duncan threw him a glare that made him cough awkwardly, clearing his throat. "Okay, well, I'm not great at judging ages... I doubt you're as old as Grandpa. But I fear you can't be too far off. I'd say you're, what, late fifties? Maybe even early sixties at a stretch... Or you could be younger! What do I know!"
"Sixties?" Duncan croaked. More than he initially assumed. His grandpa was in his late sixties, but even being within the same age bracket as him made him feel lightheaded. Sixties... Even if he wasn't as old as his grandpa, he was still old enough to be the gramps of anyone at school. Sixties! That weird feeling came back, his heart pounding as he felt his cock harden and push against his towel. "I think you're right." Duncan conceded with a giddy laugh that shook his belly. "I'm probably old enough to get senior discounts, because I'm practically a senior citizen at this point."
This wasn't the reaction James was expecting. He almost seemed excited? But grief came about in odd ways. "Don't worry," he cooed, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Duncan's arm, internally cringing at just how hairy it was. "We'll find a way to fix this. Go back to that shop, and demand a refund first of all. Then make them give you something to turn you back to normal."
"Easier said than done. Henka's customer service is notoriously non-existent. Besides, the cream worked as intended. I wanted to be hairier, and it more than delivered! And your hair grew back! Sure, the side effects aren't ideal, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't satisfied."
"So what? You're saying you give up? That you're going to be stuck like this?"
"For the forseeable future, I think so, yeah..." Duncan smiled weakly, then felt the air forced from his lungs as James grasped him in a tight hug, burying his face into his chest. His dad was taking it harder than he was... Duncan chuckled, and ruffled a hand through James' hair, amazed at just how thick and silky it felt. It almost made him miss his own hair. Being bald almost felt second nature to him now, as did the bulk and fur he'd acquired along with it. To think he was a teenager an hour ago, it didn't seem possible to him. He was starting to feel his age, a grown man in his late fifties, or potentially early sixties. If he'd grown accustomed this quickly, maybe he would get used to being an old man. But he knew his dad wouldn't understand. "Hey, hey," he cooed softly. "Henka sells basically anything you could ever want. They must have a solution somewhere. It might just take a while to find one, that's all." Henka had everything, Duncan assured himself. It was just a matter of whether or not he wanted to try and find what he needed.
Where can I find more pictures of that hairy daddy?
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