"Well, Marc, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked as he shut the door behind him.
I had been sitting on the exam table nervously waiting for him for the past 15 minutes. In that time I'd gotten out of my clothes, except for my briefs, and put on the requisite hospital gown. I'd been fidgeting and nervous, almost dreading when the doctor showed up. I had a problem and I needed to do something about it. I knew that. But now that the moment was here I tensed up, awkward and nervous.
The doc cocked his head to one side and crossed his arms over his chest, a studied look of concern on his face. He must have perfected this look in dealing with patients like myself, forced to come to the hospital unwillingly and reveal embarrassing details about why they were there.
I took a deep breath. Might as well get it over with. "Well, doc, I'm heading into my senior year in the fall and I'll be playing varsity hockey."
He smiled, "Great, Marc. Glad to hear it. I knew you were a great player. You're a natural athlete. You'll excel at any sport you choose."
I could feel a blush starting to come over my face from his compliment. I'd guess he was in his early 30s. He had thick brown hair parted on the left and combed neatly away from his face. His face was tanned and his eyes were a dark brown. He too was a natural athlete from what I could tell by the way he held himself, probably soccer. He was lean, but strong, judging from his frame and the way his clothes fit him. The doc was a cool guy, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
Don't get me wrong. It wasn't like I was checking out the doc or anything. I'm not gay. But being an athlete and playing several sports, hockey being my specialty, I'd gotten used to assessing guys' prowess in relation to my own. Being a mesomorph, I knew I could easily beat the doc in any athletic event I'd challenge him to. That made me a little more confident.
I sat up straighter and said, "Well, doc, I got a problem. I'm muscular and all, and if I play it right next year I could end up with a hockey scholarship. But the problem is, um, well it's kind of embarrassing."
"Go on, Marc," he said, looking directly at me. "Anything you say here is confidential between us. You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about."
"OK, well, the problem is I have no body hair."
"What?"
My face was totally red. I looked at the floor, too embarrassed to look at him as I rushed out the next part. "I went through puberty and all, obviously from my muscles and my voice changing. But I never got pubic hair, there's no hair on my legs or arms and in my pits. I know it seems like a small thing, or something stupid. But you don't know what it's like to take a shower with a bunch of high school guys and be completely hairless."
I stopped there. There, I'd said it. It was out and I could feel my pulse slow down somewhat now that I'd said it.
"Is that all, Marc?" he asked.
"Is that all?" I'm thinking. "Yeah, the guys have teased me mercilessly all these years and he says is that all?" Of course I didn't say that. I simply said, "Yeah."
"Well, Marc, there are several different conditions that would cause hair to fall out. And there are some rare conditions that would prevent hair from growing. You're a very healthy young man and developing very nicely."
I felt my face blush again.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Huh?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Um, yeah. What's that got to do."
"Have you two had sex?"
"No. We've never gone all the way."
"What have you done?"
I started to feel less embarrassed. The doc was acting so matter of fact, like this was a routine problem he dealt with all the time, I figured I might as well just answer his questions and get it over with. Besides, it was refreshing to just answer honestly instead of making up some bullshit bragging to tell the other guys on the hockey team who were making up their own stories.
"She's blown me and given me a hand job a few times." That was a joke - I made her do that just about every time we went out, not just a few. "I've kept my pants or underwear on, so she hasn't figured out I don't have any hair down there."
"Hmm," he said, looking at me intently. Then he turned around and picked up my chart and thumbed through it. "Looking at your chart, Marc, and hearing what you just told me, I'd rule out anything major being wrong with you. You're healthy, you're sexually active, and your growth has been normal for your age. It could be just one of those things you learn to live with -- a harmless abnormality."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I'd humiliated myself by making this appointment and this was what he was going to tell me.
"Doc, man, you gotta help me. I can't play senior league, be in the showers and locker room and not have any hair down there. You don't know what it's like. Plus I might have a girlfriend now, but I'm tired of feeling like a freak. Isn't there anything you can do?"
"Marc, I understand at your age, this kind of thing seems pretty traumatic, but believe me, you could be coming here with a lot worse condition than this."
"Look doc, I know you got a lot of patients and it's not like this is the end of the world or anything, but I don't know what else I can do. I'm almost ready to not play next year not to go through the humiliation, but I really need that scholarship if I'm ever going to make it to college."
"Well, Marc, I don't need to tell you that if I were able to cause hair to GROW I'd be a very wealthy man."
We both laughed. "Isn't there anything you can do?" I pleaded.
He got a strange look on his face and hesitated. "What is it?" I asked eagerly.
"Well, there is something."
"What is it? Whatever it is I'll try it."
"Well, you may not know this. But I am associated with the research division of the University and we've been working on how to make hair grow for quite some time and we have come up with something that's in the experimental stages. We have been looking for a couple of human subjects."
"I'll try it!"
He got a serious look on his face. "Marc, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But you need to make an informed and educated decision. Getting involved in an experiment such as this could have unintended consequences and it's necessary for you to fully understand there could be unknown side effects."
"OK, doc. I understand. Why don't you tell me about it in more detail? I'm 18, I can make my own decision. I appreciate your giving me the opportunity."
He told me to get dressed and to come to his office. We talked for quite a while and when all was said and done I agreed to be the guinea pig. I drove out of the lot with a smile on my face.
Part 2
He had told me to come back the next day for some preliminary tests. This time he led me down a corridor to a stairwell that went into the basement. We went down another corridor to a room with a thick metal door. He swung it open. It looked as clean and sterile as the exam room from yesterday. In the middle of the room was an exam table, to the side several cabinets containing medical equipment, bottles, bandages and stuff you'd expect to see in any medical room.
The doc had made me change upstairs and put everything in a little locker. I was just in hospital slippers, the gown and my briefs under the gown.
"OK, Marc, take everything off."
I had lost some of my hesitancy since yesterday. I was eager to get hair on my body and be a real man. I took off the slippers - ooh, the floor was cold. I shrugged off the gown and shucked off my briefs. I made a neat little pile and put everything on a table in the corner of the room.
It felt a little weird to be naked, but I just told myself to pretend I was in the locker room. I was naked there all the time and this would be just like that.
The doc looked me over in a clinical way. I kept my eyes glued to a spot on the wall and waited.
"Turn around."
I did as he instructed. "OK, I see that you do indeed do not appear to have any hair on your body, including pubic hair, which is unusual for someone your age. I want to do a few tests and then we'll proceed."
"Alright, doc, do what you gotta do."
For the next twenty minutes or so we went through the usual battery of tests you expect at a normal physical: eyes, ears and throat, checking reflexes. I felt my face blush a little when he handled my balls and made me cough, but otherwise it was ok.
"OK, Marc, you've passed the first set of tests. Physically you're in fine shape. Also, you've passed the first psychological test."
"I have?" I hadn't done anything, so was confused to hear that.
"Yes," he smiled, "You've grown more comfortable with your body the way it is. You're nude around me and feel relaxed and not self conscious about yourself."
"Yeah, well after our talk and you're agreeing to help me, I do feel great."
"Now, let's get started." He brought me to the middle of the room and had me face one of the walls. He brought out a large white bucket and opened it.
"This is the chemical we've developed that I'm hoping will do the trick. It's necessary for me to put it all over your body. It will harden somewhat and you'll be immobilized. I'll put you under the shower to wash it off and we'll be through for the day. It should feel a little wet, but other than that you shouldn't feel anything painful or unusual when it's applied, when it comes off or afterwards."
"OK, let's go."
"In addition, there's, as I've already mentioned, a psychological component. I need you to visualize what your body will look like. To aid in this, I'm going to project images onto the wall that I want you to concentrate on. They're images of masculine, muscular men with hairy chests. I want you to picture yourself as one of them. Can you do that?"
I didn't think I needed to stare at pictures, but if it was part of his program, I'd go along with it. "Sure, doc."
He asked me to step onto a small pedestal. With that he put on some rubber gloves and reached down into the bucket. His hand came up with a glob of this clear liquid that looked like a cross between jello and hair gel. He stepped in front of me and started slathering it over my chest. He was right, it felt wet, but not much else. It was thick and seemed to set quickly on my body. After coating my chest he moved down to my stomach and pubes then covered my legs.
"Spread your legs, Marc."
I did as I was told. He reached between my legs and coated from my asshole to my balls and coated my balls too. The only thing he didn't touch was my dick, which hung down and was the only part of me not shining brightly in the fluorescent lights; the rest of me almost seemed to be glowing.
He then went behind me and coated my butt and legs. He didn't touch my back.
"It will take several of these treatments before we see any results, and we may not see anything at all, as I mentioned to you. Now lift your arms."
I lifted them and he applied the solution to my pits and all along my arms. It hardened almost immediately and it felt like I was in a body cast.
"Concentrate on the images on the wall and I'll be back for you shortly. " With that he left the room, leaving me facing the wall. It was like a giant slideshow. They were all these pictures of guys around my age with various stages of chest hair. They were doing athletic things, like playing volleyball, surfing, hanging out at the beach. I watched the pictures and tried to imagine myself as one of them with a nice pelt of fur on my chest, a symbol of my masculinity. I glanced down at my smooth chest and found it hard to believe I'd end up like that, but I did as the doc instructed and watched the pictures go by.
A short while later, the doc came back in and the slide show stopped. "That's it for today, Marc."
He still had his gloves on and with his foot undid the lock on the pedestal. He wheeled me over to a corner where I hadn't noticed before, there was a shower. He placed me in front of the shower. It felt strange not being able to move.
He tilted me forward and for a second I thought I might fall. But I just ended up with my hands against the wall. "This isn't going to work," he said, "I can see I'm going to have to get in the shower and remove the solution."
He stepped out from behind me and took off his lab coat. He undid his tie and started to unbutton his dress shirt. He carefully placed it on a hangar on the coatrack. He removed his undershirt. I was surprised to see the doc had a pleasure trail that shot up from his pants and spread out in a fine spray of chest hair. It wasn't overly thick, but I would have been satisfied with it. The doc must have been an athlete too because he was toned and wiry, like a football player. I hadn't thought of what he looked like under his clothes before, but he was in great shape, for a guy somewhere in his 30s.
He undid his belt, kicked off his shoes and in a minute had taken off both his pants and boxers. That pleasure trail shot down to a nice bush of brown pubes that were thick and luxuriant. I was kind of grossed out by his dick, though. I mean, I really don't want to see another guy's dick. But he was uncut and the hood hung way down over the head. On top of that his meat was long and thick. His wife, I'm betting didn't have any complaints.
He stood beside me and turned the water on. I closed my eyes and it streamed across my face and hair and cascaded down my front and my back. The doc moved behind me with a bar of soap in his hand and started making lather. I could sense him behind me. He reached up a hand to both shoulders and started rubbing the lather across them. The water was warm and felt good, there was a little steam rising in the shower as well. The doc's hands were strong and sure as they kneaded my shoulders. Still I felt like I couldn't move at all. The doc reached under my pits and started lathering up my pecs.
That's when I felt it. Well, I heard it at the same time. With a loud plop, his dick suddenly landed on my ass. I would have jumped if I could, but I was frozen and a little embarrassed. The doc was embarrassed too. He tried to pull back, but it was like his dick was glued to my ass crack.
"This is embarrassing, Marc, but my penis for the moment is stuck on you. That's why I use the gloves."
I was weirded out and not sure what to say, but he hadn't done it on purpose. "Hey, doc, as long as it doesn't go any lower, ok?" We both laughed. I had never felt another man's penis before and I was surprised at how long and thick it was resting on me. I'd always thought my dick measured up, but against the doc's I wasn't so sure. He managed to lather my arms and as the soap worked its way in, I could feel the solution draining away and me gaining control again. I was able to pull my arms down and start lathering myself. He suggested we turn together so the water could hit my ass and his dick at the same time. We turned slowly and he lathered up my butt and his penis. He grabbed my hips and asked me to bend forward. He tried moving his pelvis back and forth and gradually I could feel his penis moving back and forth across my ass. Again, I was amazed at the length and girth. Just as suddenly as it was stuck there, it suddenly let go and flopped down between his legs.
I lathered up and rinsed off and he did likewise. We both put on our clothes. He told me I was free to go and to come back tomorrow at the same time to continue the treatment.
Part 3
For the next five days I went back as instructed and we repeated the process. The doc applied the solution, it hardened, and I watched the pictures of men with hairy chests and tried to visualize that happening to me. There was no way of getting around the shower either. The doc had to help me in and had to get undressed. And no matter how he positioned himself he always had to get close to me and then his dick would be stuck to my ass. After the second day of that I was used to it and the doc wasn't acting like it was a big deal, so why should I?
However, after the fifth day I was starting to feel panicky. I hadn't developed one hair anywhere. The doc looked concerned too. He said there should have been some kind of development, the chemical had entered my system and should have triggered some growth.
He said that if I were amenable to it, we'd enter stage two, which was a more aggressive approach to hair growth. I was desperate and starting to feel like a failure. Of course I'd do whatever he suggested.
He said we would continue the treatment with some additional steps. He felt the visualization part needed to be strengthened that I had a hard time really picturing myself with hair. So, instead of slides, the images would be replaced by video, moving pictures of masculine, hairy men.
He also said that I maybe did not have a good visualization in my head because I didn't have a tactile experience. I didn't know what he meant. So, he put the gel on my legs, balls and butt, then across my abs and stomach, but left my arms free.
He stood in front of me and said, "While you're watching the video I want you to run your fingers through my chest hair and while you're visualizing what you'll look like you'll also feel what it's like to be hairy."
He stood in front of me with the video images of volleyball games and guys jogging played behind him. I reached out somewhat tentatively and lightly put my hands on his chest. He looked at me sternly, "Marc, you have to really move your hands around, feel the hair and believe this is what you're developing towards. Now, do as I say."
I felt a little weird, but followed his instructions. Up close the hair was thicker than it seemed. It was silky and soft to my touch. The hairs were also longer than I expected. At first I sort of just rubbed my hands back and forth over the same spot.
The doc was frowning. "Marc, do as you're told! Feel that hair. Tell me what it feels like."
I kept my eyes on the screen as I talked. "It feels really soft to touch, softer than I expected. I thought it would be coarse. But your muscles underneath are firm and strong, so it's this weird combination of silk and steel - something I'd like my body to feel. It's how a man who commands respect should feel."
"Good. Now we're making progress." The rest of the session progressed as usual. He coated my arms and had me watch the videos, although I noticed the time I spent watching the videos seemed to be longer.
When it came time for my shower, he said, "Today we're going to try something a little different." With that he tipped me forward. I panicked, expecting to crash to the tile. I landed on my elbows and knees. He was on his knees behind me and I felt weird to be in such a submissive position when he deliberately grabbed his dick and slapped it on my ass. Of course it stuck immediately. He began to lather us up and eventually the solution came off and we both got off our knees and washed up.
The next few sessions were exactly like this one. I was just about to give up hope. So much work and concentrating didn't seem to be doing anything to produce any hair on my body. Then the next day I woke up and walked into the shower. As I was lathering myself up, I reached into my pits and dropped the soap. There was hair there! I jumped out of the shower and raised my hands and under each arm was a small, but definitely visible patch of brown downy hair. I whooped loud and couldn't wait for my appointment later in the day.
Part 4
The doc was happy too. All his efforts weren't in vain. He said the accelerated treatment was helping, but we still needed to advance further if we wanted the end result. I couldn't think of what else to do.
He said that in order for the chemical to really encourage hair growth I needed to be stimulated and encouraged further. The only way to do that was to psychologically mix my sex drive with the hair growth so that that would harness that energy.
"How are we going to do that, doc? " I asked.
He brought over the exam table and asked me lie on it and put my feet in the stirrups.
I did as instructed. I noticed the videos playing behind him were different. This time the men were naked, playing sports, walking around. It was strange to see their penises flopping around, but by this time I was very comfortable with being naked. The doc took off his clothes too. Having seen him naked so many times, this didn't phase me.
"In addition to seeing and visualizing yourself with a hairy chest, Marc, you need to associate a hairy chest with virile, raw male sexuality. I've purposely put you in a feminized position so that you can fully see and feel the sexual power."
He stepped between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. "I am going to simulate sex with you. What I want you to do is concentrate on the sensations and imagine how good and powerful you will feel when you are having sex with your girlfriend and she will be so turned on by your hairy chest."
Behind him I noticed that some of the images included guys with erections. I felt an undercurrent of unease. I wanted a hairy chest, I wanted my girlfriend to be turned on, but this seemed so weird, almost like homos.
"Marc, look at me," the doc commanded. His face was set and he asked, "Do you want this?"
"Yes, doc, I want a hairy chest more than anything."
"OK, now I'm doing this to help you, remember that. I have a wife, so don't panic. The purpose of this is to make you associate hairy chests with sex and power."
"I understand."
With that, he stepped between my legs, gripping my legs with his strong hands. I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was, with my legs spread and my ass out there. He stepped right up to my ass, his pubes and limp cock resting against them.
"Now I'm going to simulate sex. While I am thrusting myself against you, I want you to put your hands on my chest and feel my hairiness, play with my nipples and picture the things you want your girlfriend to do to you as you fuck her."
I reached up and put my hands among the familiar chest hair and pushed against his muscles to see how hard they were beneath the hair. They were solid and strong. The doc pulled his hips back and slowly started thrusting back and forth. As he moved his cock swung around and of course slapped against my ass.
I decided to pinch both of his nipples a little hard to see what he would do. He gasped for a second and then he thrust at me so hard I almost jumped off the table. If he wanted me to feel a man's power, I felt it! I could imagine my girlfriend looking up at me like I was looking at the doc, begging to be fucked.
I was surprised to find that during all this time my cock had inflated to a full-fledged hard on. I felt a little weird about it, but it was ok. The doc said it would help me and I was thinking about my girlfriend, it wasn't like I was having sex with a guy.
The doc looked down at my dick and smiled. "You respond well to the treatment, Marc. I think that's enough for one day." I noticed that as he was talking to me he had pressed his crotch directly against mine. His balls rested at the base of my ass and his dick rose up from there towering, rock hard, the foreskin pulled back somewhat, revealing a purple head with drops of precum.
He reached down, slapped my ass and got me off the table. He applied the solution, showered me off and sent me on my way.
Part 5
When I woke up the next morning I rushed to the bathroom, stripped off my t-shirt and boxers. For a second time stopped. I couldn't believe it. There was downy fuzz all around my crotch area. It was almost as if I'd started the beginnings of a bush overnight. I whooped and hollered again. The treatment was really working! All through my shower I kept one hand down there feeling the new, silky hair amazed at my new appearance.
Again, the doc was as happy and impressed as I was. Within a few minutes we were in the same positions we were in yesterday, me with my legs spread.
He said, "Yesterday I had some irritation on my skin from rubbing against you, so I'm going to put some lube on my genitals and around yours too."
"OK, doc," I said, watching the video screen behind me. I felt him slide this gooey liquid over my dick, my balls, under my balls and felt it dribble on my ass. He went to the sink, washed off his hands, then returned. He stepped between my legs, told me to place my hands on his chest and we'd begin.
I looked up at him, as instructed. I placed my hands on his chest. I didn't need to be told what to do. I started running my fingers through the hair, cupping his pecs, massaging, pressing against his taut muscles. My fingertips brushed gently over his nipples and I looked up at him thinking how sexy his chest felt. I felt the blood rushing into my cock and it started to rise as I looked into his eyes.
He had a husky look on his face. "That's it, Marc. Feel my chest. Feel how good it feels." With that he started the thrusting motion that he had done yesterday. Because of the lube it was much stickier down there and his dick really flopped around a lot. But I enjoyed the feeling. As I looked at him, I felt my dick stiffen completely and it lay like a piece of pipe across my pubes pointing up just past my belly button.
The doc glanced down at it. "Very good, Marc. I can see we're harnessing your libido. Do you think my hairy chest is sexy?"
I pinched his nipples very hard and saw him grimace. "Yeah, doc, hairy chests are the best. Real men have hair on their chests."
He gripped my legs and started thrusting harder, back and forth. I could feel a change in his dick. When we had first started it had been hanging down, flaccid, just flopping against me. But as he had picked up the pace the texture had changed. It had lengthened and was more solid, making a slapping noise as it hit against me. With a few more slaps I knew the doc's dick had grown to full-fledged erection, just like mine.
On the screen the images had changed again. I noticed they were now images of hairy chested guys fucking smooth guys, in every position imaginable. They were in a missionary position, guys with legs resting on their shoulders,
Before I could fully take this in, I could feel the doc reach down and steady his dick. It was jabbing against me now. I squirmed around and his dick now was rubbing in a steady motion along my asscrack. It was a lot less painful than having it poke against me. I was still rubbing the doc's chest and noticed that there was a sheen of sweat on it now, making my hands glide through the hair.
My dick was throbbing and leaking. The doc was breathing faster. He had spread my legs wider and was thrusting harder. The tip of his dick kept brushing against my hole. My mind was so overloaded from all the sensations I didn't have time to process it other than to think how hot it felt. I was watching these images of hairy chested guys plowing other guys asses. My hands were enmeshed in the doc's chest hair, feeling his heart beating faster under his muscles. The power and masculinity he exuded made my dick throb even harder. I looked down and there was a puddle of precum on my abs.
He leaned forward and said, "I'm going to place my chest on top of yours as we do this so you can feel a hairy chest in an atmosphere of heightened sexual arousal."
As he leaned down over me, he thrust harder and this time the tip of his dick stopped at my hole and forced itself in. It had felt so good to have him rubbing against me that I lifted my pelvis up towards him as I put my arms around his shoulders to press him against me.
His eyes were locked on mine, his chest pressed against mine. I knew I should stop this. It was going too far. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard myself protest. Instead of pushing him away, I felt my body welcome him. I thrust against him and took in the entire head. I pulled him tighter against me with my arms and he wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he growled in my ear. "You'll feel my power. It will help you become a man."
I wanted to cry out, no, I'm not a fag. Instead I pushed myself against him and inch after glorious inch entered me. I felt no pain. It felt so right, so natural and so tremendous I threw my head back and cried out in ecstasy.
The doc pulled his shaft back and then started a familiar motion. His thrusting reached something deep inside me and I felt my dick throb in answer to his. He quickened his pace and I could hear his balls slapping against my ass.
He was grunting and moaning in my ear. "You feel sooo good. I've never felt anything like this. I'm going to cum soon."
I couldn't hold back much longer. I was lost in the erotic feeling. My dick was enormous trapped between our two bodies, rubbing against his solid abs. We were both so close. I started to shake as I felt the orgasm starting deep down in my balls and boiling over. The doc went even faster, his breath ragged in my ear. With one final thrust, he bellowed in my ear as I felt his dick erupt deep inside me. At the same time my own dick leapt up between us and sent a stream of cum shooting up against the doc's belly and chest, splattering against my neck. There were several spurts after that coating our torsos in a river of cum.
When the doc felt my cum hit him, he threw back his head and moaned. I could feel his dick spasming inside me, releasing a torrent of cum. His body relaxed when he'd finished cumming, but his dick was still rock hard inside me. Our bodies were coated with the cum I'd shot in between us. After a few minutes our hearts slowed down to a normal rhythm.
Slowly the doc peeled himself away from me, the cum having stuck us together. He looked down at me with a strange look on his face. "Look, Marc," he said.
I looked down at myself and couldn't believe my eyes. My chest was covered in hair, a trail shot down over my abs. Cum was drying in the hair everywhere, but there was not doubt it was all my hair. My pubes now had a luxurious bush. I was cured! My dick hadn't gone down and got even harder as I looked at myself.
"Maybe doc, you should fuck me again. Just to make sure it doesn't go away."
"Anything to keep the patient happy, Marc, anything."