"You're such a baby," Steve's friend, Mark, jeered as they stumbled out of the bar, the cool night air doing little to sober Steve up. "Why don't you just grow a beard already?"
Steve, a slim 22-year-old with a face as smooth as a freshly picked peach, felt the familiar pang of inadequacy. His chest tightened and he took a swig of his beer, trying to dull the sting. "You think it's that easy?" he slurred. "It's not like I don't want to."
Back at his apartment, Steve staggered to the bathroom, the cold tiles against his bare feet grounding him. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. His hand hovered over his chin, the skin as bare as a newborn's. He wished with a fervor that burned in his chest like a shot of whiskey, "I wish I could grow a manly beard...and be as hairy as a bear."
The room spun around him as he spoke the words, and he had to lean against the sink to steady himself. Suddenly, a strange sensation grew in his groin, as if he were developing an erection, but it was his testicles that began to swell. At first, the feeling was odd, but then it grew intense, and he cupped his growing package with both hands, his eyes wide with shock. They grew, and grew, until they were the size of oranges, straining against the fabric of his jeans. His cock followed suit, standing tall and thick, reaching lengths he never thought possible.
With trembling hands, Steve managed to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. They fell to his ankles, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He gawked at his reflection, the head of his penis pushing against the fabric like it was eager to escape. He could feel the warmth of precum soaking through, and with a grunt, he pushed his boxers down. His cock bobbed in front of him, a testament to his newfound virility. He reached out to touch it, feeling the weight and heat, and his body responded with a jolt of pleasure that shot through him like lightning. He stroked himself tentatively, feeling his shaft thicken even more in his hand.
The sensation was overwhelming, and before he knew it, he was pumping away at his massive cock. It grew even harder, the veins standing out in stark relief. His hand was soon a blur as he masturbated, the friction building until he couldn't take it anymore. With a roar, Steve came, spurts of cum shooting out like a fountain, covering the bathroom mirror and walls. It was more than he'd ever produced before, and he watched in amazement as it painted the room. He continued to pump, the feeling of his swollen testicles receding slightly with each pulse of his climax.
When it was over, Steve leaned against the sink, panting and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He looked down and noticed dark hairs sprouting from his chest, spreading out like a wildfire across his torso. His arms and shoulders were now covered in a soft down, and his knuckles were starting to get prickly. He felt a strange thrill, a sense of power and masculinity he'd never felt before. His hands moved to his cheeks, feeling the rough beginnings of a beard. It was a little patchy, but it was a start.
He woke up the next morning with a hangover and a surprise. The beard was still there, now a full short beard that looked like it had been meticulously groomed. Chest hair covered his pecs in a thick, luscious mat, and even his back was beginning to get a light dusting. His cock was still monstrous, lying on his stomach like a sleeping serpent. He reached down to touch it and felt it twitch in response. He was already hard, eager to greet the day.
Steve stumbled into the kitchen for water, his newfound furry body brushing against everything. Each step brought a new sensation, the hairs on his legs tickling his skin. He couldn't help but feel a primal excitement at his transformation. The sun peeked through the blinds, casting a golden glow on his hair-covered body. He grabbed a banana from the counter, the friction of his furry palm against the peel sending a shiver down his spine. He took a bite, the taste of fruit mingling with the lingering saltiness of his cum from the night before.
As he chewed, he noticed a thick envelope on the table. It was addressed to him in a flowing, elegant script he didn't recognize. His heart raced as he ripped it open. Inside was a single piece of parchment with the same writing: "Your wish has been granted. With great power comes great responsibility. Use it wisely, young wolf." Steve's eyes widened, and he felt a strange tingling in his body. Was this all some kind of prank or was it real?