Minho’s exploration of his expanding pecs and the heightened sensitivity of his nipples revealed a newfound change. As his fingers traced the contours of his chest, he felt a fine, soft texture against his smooth skin. Minho pulled up his shirt to have a closer look, his pecs bouncing out from the tight confines of the shirt. His pecs were almost comically large at this point, as he used his hands to move around and feel the heavy mounds of muscle on his chest.
‘I didn’t think I wanted to get any bigger but fuck am I so turned on right now by my body,’ he thought as he saw his bare torso.
At further investigation, the fine texture was revealed to be hair growing across his chest and nipples. He was fascinated at how this transformation was changing him. Being Korean meant being hairless, never in his life did he expect to become a hairy, masculine man. He was conflicted at this new change, as he always admired his smooth physique, yet the appearance of hair on his chest made him feel like a god of manliness. Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his chest. The hairs sprouted from his skin, fine at first but seemingly rapidly thickening and multiplying. It started at the center of his chest, but was quickly spreading across the top of his pecs and around his nipples. It was almost like the growth was responding to his touch, the growth arousing him even more, and amplifying the sensations that enveloped him.
The hairs emerged from his chest, bringing a new texture to his pecs as he rubbed his hands all over it. He loved the way the hairs felt under his fingertips, getting progressively rougher and furry. They grew in density and length, accentuating the contours of his pecs with their darkening and thickening presence. Minho’s eyes widened with delight as he looked at himself in the mirror, hair adorning his chest, adding an element of rugged charm to his already captivating physique. From afar it was not too noticeable, but looking down on his body showed each fine detail of the hair that was still growing. Everytime he looked back at the mirror he saw an even hairier chest.
The dark hairs embraced his nipples as well, swirling around them like a halo. Their touch enhanced his sensitivity, electrifying his pleasure with every brush against his fingertips. As he reveled in the feeling of his growing pecs, sensitive nipples, and emerging chest hair, Mingyu's self obsession soared to new heights.
‘I must be the only Korean man this hairy and manly. I fucking love this. I never knew growing chest hair could feel so empowering and good,’ he muttered under his breath between moans.
He was still getting used to the new feeling of being hairy. He always thought being hairy would make his muscles seem less defined, but it seemed to only accentuate the depth of his pecs.
As Minho’s fascination with his evolving physique grew, he decided to look beyond his chest, which was where he felt the growth most. With an insatiable curiosity, his hands ventured lower, exploring the expanse of his stomach. And there, amidst the crevices of his six pack, he discovered a delicate trail of hair, tracing a path that beckoned further exploration.
The hairs, the tiny wisps that intertwined with each other leading up to his chest, adorned his abs. They emerged from the smooth expanse, teasing his senses and accentuating the contours of his sculpted abdomen. They perfectly fit within the valley of his abs, bringing further depth and definition to his six pack. Minho’s fingertips traced along the trail, the soft texture of the hairs tickling his skin and amplifying his pleasure. The hairs between each muscle felt so good, perfectly filling the gaps. The subtle growth excited him, fueling his narcissistic desires as he reveled in the allure of his own transformation.
Looking once again at himself in the rear view mirror, Minho saw the body of a true man. Dark chest hair covering two huge mounds of muscle on his chest, with his big nipples still prominent enough to protrude through the thick hair surrounding it. The hair trailing down to his six pack, which was also covered in an expanse of quickly thickening hairs. The sensation of his hands running all across his now hairy torso like fur. He never felt so masculine and self obsessed. Every touch sent a shock of pleasure throughout his body, with deep moans escaping from his mouth as the pleasure became too much to bear.