Jeff had set Jason's body hair at "17" (substantial chest hair, very substantial leg hair, more than average facial hair). When Jason walked out of his room, Jeff first noticed that he had on long pants. It was a rather warm day, and everyone was in shorts. Jason's face was red and smooth, as though he had just shaved. But you could still see the dense beard shadow on his face. His T-shirt was tight against his chest, and as he walked, he unconsciously scratched the fabric against the center of his chest. He seemed uncomfortable.
Jeff tried to relax him. "Hey, Jason, let's play some pick-up." Jason reached up for the basketball, and as he lifted his arms, his T-shirt raised, revealing a furry blob on his belly. Jeff was really sure now that the transformation had occurred. Jason quickly pulled down his T-shirt. Jeff looked again at where the belly froth had flashed, and Jason's fingers dug deep into his belly, trying to relieve his itching navel.
"Hey bro, you're not going to play in those pants, are you?" Jeff asked Jason. Jason looked down and hesitated. "Yeh, I guess I'll pull on a jock and shorts," he said. A few minutes later he returned from the bedroom, moving shyly. Jeff was jolted by the strands streaming down his legs. He remembered the index rating of "very substantial leg hair." "God, my brother has become a hairy bastard," he thought. Anyone looking at Jason's legs would know that the rest of his body would be quite a sight. The way the strands thickly streamed and even clumped, you knew this was a very hairy guy. "Maybe the 17 rating was too high," thought Jeff; "maybe the 'very substantial' was too much."
After about 20 minutes of pick-up, Jeff was hot and pulled off his shirt. Jason was used to his brother's forested torso, but he kept his own shirt on. Jeff, a bit curious as to what "substantial chest hair" would be, teased Jason a bit. "Hey bro, you're not going to keep on that sweaty shirt, are you?" "Let's all play skin." "And fur," he thought. Jason was still uncomfortable. Jeff laughed and teasingly pulled up Jason's shirt. "Come on, you're a man, Jason. Bare your chest." As he pulled up his shirt, he could see how substantial the belly hair really was. It expanded in swirls in a thick line from his belly.
Jason was embarrassed by the taunts and finally pulled off his shirt. His chest was glorious. It frizzed all the way up to his collar bone and streamed over his pecs, but didn't quite reach his pits. "Substantial is good," thought Jeff as he admired his brother's fur. "I chose just the right number to accent his bod." Jeff brushed his own chest and then reached over and brusquely ran his fingers all down Jason's fur, from his frizzy neckline, down his streaming chest, and through his dense belly trail." "You're a man, Jason," Jeff said. "You're hairy chested now, and flaunt it!" Jason puffed up his chest, his pecs standing out in a frizzy profile. He felt his torso again, not fleetingly, but lingering with pride. "Yeh," he said; "thanks, bro."