As Will entered the steamy stall with West, his eyes glazed over. Admittedly, he had been through a lot. After being doused by those water guns, his once boyish frame had advanced at least a decade and a half forward. His body now emanated masculinity. Stubbled coated cheeks, a thick pelt of auburn chest hair, and a man's cock swaying between his legs; as Will followed West into the shower, nothing about him looked out of place. Two hirsute men were rinsing off a hard day's work, and if they were lucky, maybe they'd "help each other out" while they were at it.
"Wait what." Will thought, "Help out how?" Somehow, ever since his cock sprang to life, intrusive thoughts were penetrating Will's mind. His first ejaculation felt amazing. Now it was almost like he had another brain, but instead of in his head, it was in between his legs.
The warm water began to wet down Will's thick body hair; it was a sensation he had never encountered before. Suddenly, West's large mitt of a hand began to rub something into Will's skin.
"Here ya go bud," West cooed gently, "Remember, we have a deal."
Hours ago, all Will wanted was to be a kid again. Now a tall, dark, handsome and hairy man was shampooing his fur covered muscles in a steaming shower. His cock began to swell again.
"This place has a plan for you boys," West said, "You all wanted to cheat time, act adult, before you should have. So, if you want to play like a man, we figured you might as well be men. And boy do we have a job for you; however..." West trailed off. He began to work the soap into his own dark brown body hair. The suds cascaded down his cut body and accumulated in the bush above his thick cock.
"It really seems like you aren't putting up much of a fight anymore. I like you kid, you're creative." West made a manly sigh of contentment. His semi-erect cock bobbed up and down as he cleaned himself up. "When are you going to make up your mind? It seems like you are half way there?" He asked.
"Uh uhh... oh." Will was at a loss for words, but the water on this island wasn't just magic when squirted from a spray gun. West was grinning at Will; he knew the imposter had already made up his mind. There was no going back.
"That's right. Your friend may not know what to do with himself, but you fit that body of yours. Let the water relax your muscles--soak it up."
Will began to work the soap West had lathered onto him into his weary frame. As his manly hands felt his beefy hairy pecs, and worked their way down the thick pelt on his abdomen, Will could swear he felt his skin tingle. Unannounced to him, terminal hairs crawled up the backs of his upper arms and curled over his well developed shoulders. Two separate islands of hair formed symmetrically on his muscular back. West was enjoying the show.
"There's no going back boy, or should I say stud." West moved closer to Will, and wrapped his mitt around Will's engorged cock. Rhythmically, he began stroking his meaty shaft, and Will mindlessly began to buck his hips into West's palm. With each thrust, things shifted. Will began to surrender his effortless youth. The skin of his face thickened and creased. His stubbled thickened into a full fledged beard, crawling down his neck and up his cheeks. His pecs and belly hardened but swelled, covered in a rug of hair that obscured his skin.
West tightened his grip on Will's cock. As the transformation progressed, Will's scrotum dropped lower, making room for his bull balls. His cock doubled in thickness to match the hip-to-hip bush that adorned it. Will's crack became matted in a tangled mess of hot and pungent pubic hair.
"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." Will grumbled, his voice becoming all the more gravely as he let the water advance his age. West was pleased with Will's choice. As the intensity of Will's grinding grew, West planted his coarse mouth over Will's. The two locked in a deep kiss as Will's cock erupted its spunk down the shower drain.
Two mature daddy cops grinded against each other as the water ran. Their hair interlocked as their cocks bobbed and leaked all over the shower floor. Suddenly their carnal bliss was interrupted.
"Son a bitch, I knew you were a little rat"
"No, please, just let me go back!"
Riley stumbled out of the stall, wet and afraid. Friday disgruntled stood over him with a raging erection. Will snorted, and broke away from West's embrace to see the commotion. "What a joke," he thought.
One by one the showers turned off and the hairy, built, mature men emerged from their stalls, dripping but relaxed. The room smelled like sandalwood and semen. And on the floor, Riley was naked, afraid, and suddenly much alone.