Mark padded about, feeling how heavy his new body felt. His small gut wobbled attractively. He rubbed it admiringly. Standing on the scales, he was shocked to read 210 pounds.
He laughed out loud, but stopped. He was too busy noticing a faint, but definate treasure trail appearing over his bear-cub belly. Within minutes, it had thickened considerably, and began spreading out. His belly button was obscured with hair, as it continued to climb up his torso. His chest had formed a shadow in the centre, but hair soon pushed its way out, curling, coiling, growing up and outwards.
His nipples were surrounded by hair, as it swirled to form a thick mat across his broad chest. Now hair was appearing on his shoulders, downy at first, but soon thick and black. His forearms were a mass of muscle and sinew and long hairs. Fur sprouted on his knuckles, and on the nape of his neck. His back soon was covered, as was his legs.
He ran his hands across his backside, feeling the new fuzz of hair. It even grew over his feet, and on his toes.
Looking in the mirror, he watched as his few sparse whiskers above his lip grew out. Longer, thicker, he had a teenage moustache, then a 5 o' clock shadow, then a small beard, then a college beard.
He could barely contain himself any longer. He felt his adam's apple enlarge, and watched as hair grew across his neck.