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In a few months, you can grow a mustache. But "newbies" don't have that option. Just keep that hair neat and your nose clean.

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Son. I have some news. In a few short years your haircut will be reversed. Longer on the sides and short on top like mine. I already see the signs.

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Alex wondered what the old barber meant when he said he would give him a more manly look.

Wasn’t he just here to have a quick trim?

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Alex fell asleep as the barber worked on his haircut. It seemed to take way too long for just a trim, and he wondered what the weird pulling sensation was on his scalp.

When he finally woke, he thought there was a man looking straight at him. A bald man with a big wide, mustache. As he moved his arm, so do the man ahead.

As the strange realization the reflection before him was indeed himself he couldn’t get over how sexy he looked.

Leo just looked on with amusement. “So young man, you finally approve of my work?”

Alex was at a loss. How did the old barber do all this to him in such a small time? “But….but I look different, I mean, why am I bald and where did this mustache come from?”

He wanted to yell or shout out his anger but the barber just held up his hand. “Just be happy ole Leopold tended to your new look. Others would never as worked as quick as me.”

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He's in for a surprise ...

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What Nick Wanted Most For Christmas.....a partner. Part Two by Titan

What Nick wanted most for Christmas- a mate. Part 2 Part two. Sean started to draw on the stem of the pipe. He could feel the tobacco entering his bloodstream. He puffed slowly at first. He looked at Nick who was smiling. Nick’s hand went to Sean’s crotch. The cock was growing, with each stroke of Nick’s hand. Images of older, fat men appeared in his mind. He wanted to look like that. Or did he?
“Come on boy! Let’s make you Seamus!” and with that Nick took Sean’s hand and led him down to the cellar. This he’d turned into a mini laboratory complete with a barber’s chair in the centre of the room. He had originally designed it for his own transformation but over the past two weeks he had been adding to it for his new guest.
Taking the gown off he led the now naked Sean onto the over-sized chair.
“Now I’d like to hurry up nature a little.” and with that he begun his work. He been spending the past 2 weeks reading all he could about the procedures he wanted to do. He didn’t want to wait this time like he had with his own gradual transformation.
As Sean could only look on mesmerised by the huge pipe he was smoking, Nick grabbed his thinning comb and began to use it on the top hair. With each sweep of the comb he noticed more and more scalp showing. He wanted the boy’s baldness to look natural.
He went quicker and quicker’ pulling on the hair in the process but Sean or Seamus as he would be known, didn’t seem to notice. He just stared at himself in the mirror, unable to move thanks to the powerful drugs in his system. 
Finally the bulk of the hair was gone. Only fine, sparse, colourless hair remained. Seamus now had instant male pattern baldness. His thick horseshoe of hair looked too thick against the top baldness. He was already looking his 45 years. Next, Nick rubbed a gel through the thick remaining hair. He had decided since the kid dyed his hair to hide the grey he would do the same. But Seamus was going to go red. Fire-engine red. No Santa look for this guy, he wanted him to still look younger than Santa, but first to bleach the hair.
When he washed the hair and then dried it Seamus looked more like a clown with the thick horseshoe of white hair. 
Next he applied the colour ensuring it covered all the bleached hair. He finished by moving a professional looking hair dryer over to the chair. He applied plastic wrap around the head and switched the dryer on high. And all the time, Nick’s pipe was lodged firmly in Seamus’ mouth. He reclined the chair and started to add a gel to the growing beard and mustache. He massaged that all through the beard then added more. It was something he’d found on the internet, guaranteed to help thicken beard growth. He’d used some on himself and noticed the growth in his beard overnight. It hadn’t been approved of course. The gel was left on the whiskers and wasn’t to be washed out. Then he re-applied it. The dryer seemed top aid the process. He’d noticed on himself when he used a hairdryer to dry his beard the growth was thicker. He woundered if he should tell the manufacturers?
He lowered the dryer close to the top of Seamus’ head. He let him bake while he went for a cup of egg-nogg.
A hour later the colour was rinsed out and Nick was happy with the result. A bright red ring of hair now stood out against the white scalp on Seamus. The contrasting gray - brown beard and goatee already seemed thicker. Now to finish the hairstyle. He trimmed the horseshoe hair into a neat business style. This would be a good contrast to the growing beard.
A thick white cream was spread over the top of Seamus head. He rubbed it in to cover the baby-fine hairs that remained. He removed the pipe from Seamus and again brought the dryer ver to let him bake. Another thick application of hair thickener was applied the beard, before the timer on the dryer was set.
Nick was already getting off on the changes in Seamus. Meanwhile the top of Seamus scalp was starting to tingle. It was stinging when Nick finally took a wet cloth and ran it over the scalp.
“A much more permanent result.” Nick said showing the fine hairs on the cloth. Seamus continued looking directly at himself in the mirror. “But just to make sure,” and with that he applied more of the hair remover and left it on even longer.
When he removed the depilatory the scalp was very pink. Nick proceeded to then apply a soothing balm to get rid of the readness. H was pretty sure that nothing would ever grow on Seamus’ bald head. If it did he would just keep using the depilatory. He started to rub the bald pate. As his hand moved to the thick,red hair he loved the contrast between the hair and the baldness.
Nick wasted no time and set to work moving a barrel over to the chair. He couldn’t wait for the new Seamus naturally, so he was going to help nature along. He knew it was radical but the material he’d read on line was extensive.
Now that Seamus chair was reclined, he opened his mouth and sprayed an anesthetic into the mouth. Next he applied a numbing gel to the end of a clear tube. 
As the tube was fed down Seamus throat he could only wonder in silence what was happening to him. He loved the new him, even his cock was showing that but something in the back of his mind was scared.
Nick tuned a lever on a small pump and soon a thick material was comming out of the barrel towards Seamus’ mouth. He could feel the thick ooze going down his throat, but he couldn’t do anything but allow everything to happen.
“Not to worry my boy”. Nick chortled as he re-lit his pipe and started to puff away. “Just my christmas shake! I have already fed you some over the past 2 weeks, but not at this concentration. “Just some beer mixed with high-calorie weight gainer. I’ll monitor you for a while but I’m sure that expanding stomach of yours can take it.”
As the pipe smoke filled Seamus’ nose he started to relax. Big,big bearded bears filled his mind and he started to relax again. 
When the barrel was empty, another replaced it. Already, Seamus belly was bigger than ever. His previously healthy weight had gone from 170 pounds to 260. The sudden gain was stretching his belly too much. Nick stopped the flow after another half hour, and started to rub a clear gel over the balloon that now formed Seamus belly. It was designed to soften the layers of skin to prevent stretching in pregnant woman. He would restart the process again in the morning. He would be 300 pounds before the next night.
Now for the all important facial hair. The formula to thicken the hair had worked well, along with the extra growth achieved over the past few weeks. The goatee was longer and denser with a lot of gray flecks now. It had joined his sideburns and looked like a complete beard but now it needed to match the hair on his head.
The beard was bleached of all colour first before it was re-coloured bright red. The same was done to the eyebrows which without their previous waxing were thicker.
Happy with the results, Nick fired up the beard trimmer and started to carve out a manicured beard.
As Seamus looked on at the barbering skills of Nick, he liked his beard but couldn’t remember ever being able to grow one like this before.
Soon Nick had trimmed the thickness into a less wiry look. The goatee had been blended into the rest of the beard, rounded at the bottom and trimmed away from his neck. It would need constant work to keep it looking like this. Nick finished with lathering the neck and cheek area. He then cleared them of the remaining stubble, noticing the already thinkening double chin.
The results were more than he hoped. He took his pipe out and placed it back in Seamus’ mouth. His new man puffed on it like a seasoned pipe-man.
He took the pipe away before leaning in to kiss his creation. As their bearded faces met Seamus could begin to move again. His hand went down to rub his newly created, huge belly. It hid his growing cock but Nick found it. For Seamus it all felt natural, as if he’d always been with this man. Nick’s hand went up to his new lovers nipples. He knew it would be only a matter of time till Seamus got some fat distributed on his chest. The kiss was long and passionate. Soon their would be no memories of Sean.

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What Nick Wanted Most For Christmas - a partner. Part One By Titan

Sean couldn’t get over his new appearance as he gazed into the full length mirror. 
This was his new look but did he really like it?
His new master told him this was what they both wanted, but did Sean want to permanently look this way? To explain:
This is a Christmas story. It all started innocently enough. 
Sean had been shopping for necessities for himself and the house when he became lost. With the weather worsening and the traffic the usual pre-Christmas nightmare, he decided on taking a backroad he was unfamiliar with. He now found himself on a small country road with a thickening blanket of snow covering it. He lived in a small village in rural England, quite a way out from the city of Leeds where he had been shopping. It was starting to get dark and he was worried he’d never get home. There seemed to be no traffic on this small country road and negotiating the slippery snow and ice was hard work.
Suddenly a hare or rabbit crossed in front of him, his lights picking up on the small animal too late! He swerved to avoid hitting it and as he went to brake there was no response. His tyres had hit solid ice and as he pumped them he could only watch as he was heading towards an old stone fence. ……………. ……………………… ……………………………… …………………………. ………… Sean felt strange. He couldn’t remember what had happened. As his vision returned he noticed he was in a small, warm bedroom.
He went to touch his head and noticed a thick bandage wrapped around it. His head felt heavy.
“Ah! So I see you’re awake young man.” said a deep, jovial, voice. He was a obesely, overweight man of 65 or more. He had a thick white beard that matched the white hair that surrounde his head in a horseshoe pattern. The top was shiny bald and in the corner of his mouth sat a huge pipe that was producing alot of smoke. There was something familiar about him. 
“Nick’s the name.” he said without removing his pipe.
“Where….whe….re am I?” Sean stammered starting to raise himself from his bed.
“Ah! You’re safe with me in my cottage.” Nick replied. He then went on to explain he had heard a crash down the road and went to investigate. He came across Sean passed out on the steering wheel with a large cut on his forehead. He told him he couldn’t find any wallet or identification on him, so assumed it must have been stolen, which was a bareface lie.
“What is your name?” Nick asked.
“My name? Ah! ……….my name…..? I don’t seem to remember”. Sean said starting to become alarmed.
“It must have been that bump on your head. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. It will be nice to have someone around here at Christmas. Now you rest, that way your memory will come back.”
Nick had marveled at his good fortune. When he found Sean it was love at first sight. Maybe more lust at first sight!
Yes, he was way too young, and too thin but out here he met no-one, and there was something about this guy that reminded him of his former life. Probably only late 20’s he had thick, dark hair. He had a decent dark brown goatee which Nick knew he could work on. You see, Nick was a real Christmas nut! The type that not only loved Christmas but lived it too. That’s why he even went to the trouble of looking like Santa Claus, even calling himself Nick. His cottage was decorated from top to bottom, with tinsel, lights and baubles everywhere. He even dressed up as Santa for Shopping Centres and children’s parties.
But he hadn’t always been like this! Infact, Nick, formerly known as David Carpenter, was a business man with a Scrooge mentality. He hated christmas and everything it stood for. 
He was a top sales executive for a hotel chain. Only 31 he was short at 5 foot 5 inches but made up for it in his atheletic build thanks to gym memberships. He had been out and proud for some time but was unable to form any lasting relationships. His arrogance being the real reason. 
One December day, on a business trip to Finland he found himself in a small pipe and tobacco store, in a quiet part of Helsinki. 
He had been a cigar smoker for some years now and thought he would check this store out.
The shop keeper was an old, charming gentleman that became very irritated with the pompous business man. 
“You are looking for a Christmas gift for someone, yes?” the shopkeeper asked.
“No! I don’t think pipes and cigars would be appreciated under the tree on Christmas Day, do you?” David replied with a good dose of sarcasm. 
“You would be surprised sir!” returned the old man with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe a nice traditional pipe for yourself.”
“I don’t smoke pipes! Do I look that old?” he spat as he looked at a display of cigars.
“But pipes are so relaxing, so good for the mature man.” the shop keeper said looking carefully at his customer. “Maybe you shoud spoil yourself for Christmas!”
“I don’t believe in Christmas, it’s so commercial and fake!” David returned now looking directly at the old man.
“"That is such a shame, sir. Christmas is a wonderful time of year. The children look forward to ‘old Saint Nick’s ’ visit.”
“Pure Fantasy, don’t tell me you believe in Santa?”.
“Of course.”
“You’ve been in this shop to long. You should get out more.” David spat back more rudely than ever.
“Maybe I can change your mind.” the shopkeeper was fed up with the customer. It was time to teach him Christmas was no fantasy. He grabbed his pipe which had been hidden behind the counter, he was seldom without it.
David hadn’t noticed the shopkeeper start smoking a huge briar with the smoke starting to fill the small shop.
“Better people than you old man have tried to make me like Christmas. Hey! What are you doing? Trying to suffocate me?”
“Just relax sir! I’m sure I can help you find a pipe that suits you”’ and he then turned to a cabinet. “What about something that evokes the Christmas spirit.” He started to pick a large, over-sized pipe up.
“I don’t want to smoke a pipe. I already told you.”
“I think you’ll learn to like the pipe”. He kept puffing as more and more smoke swirled around David. “It’s very relaxing, no?”
“Yeah……it is ……” David had stopped coughing and started to breath in the fragrant smoke.
“That’s it, breath deeply as you feel the spirit of Christmas feed your very soul.” the shopkeeper knew he had him.
“Come and look at this beautiful pipe that would be ideal for someone so full of themselves.” he almost laughed out.
“Well…… maybe I could look, that wouldn’t hurt.” David said with a more complient tone. The ‘special blend’ pipe tobacco he had been inhaling was working, as the shopkeeper knew it would. The old man would teach this customer a life lesson.
'This is said to have belonged to a gentleman that indeed believed in Christmas. Legend has it is has magical qualities.“
David picked up the curved pipe. It had intricate patterns all over it. He could feel a warmth coming from it. Visions of a big, jolly Santa came to him.
"I see you can appreciate it’s ‘special qualities’. Come and sit down and I’ll show you how much a good pipe can change your life.” the old man had a smile spread across his face.
David seemed to be totally absorbed in the pipe. The smoke from the old man’s pipe didn’t seem to bother him now. He sat down on small sofa as the old man took the ‘special’ pipe away and filled it with tobacco. He shoved it straight into the stunned David’s mouth. As he lit it he noticed how quickly David got it going. Before long he was puffing away like a seasoned professional. David was mesmorised, hardly aware of what he was doing.
“Now I think you are starting to see some of the benifits of being a pipe smoker sir.” 
As David puffed more and more his eyes seemed to be more glazed, but his hand had already gone to fondle his crutch.
“That’s it, sir. Enjoy the pipe. It has a way of making you explore your body”.
He started to visualise himself getting fatter, hairer and it turned him on. David left the store with a package under his arm. He’d payed top dollar for it’s contents, but it didn’t seem to matter. He had the elaborate pipe and a large supply of 'special blend’ tobacco. In fact enough tobacco for a year. 
The old shopkeeper was happy. Another convert to the season of Christmas along with a big bonus from the sale. The stud was willing to pay whatever he was told. Let’s just say it was a five digit figure. 
As he walked back to the hotel he was unaware he was whistleing the carol, God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman’. He craved the pipe already. Over the next few weeks no one who knew David Carpenter would believe he was the same person. He became nicer almost saint-like, a far cry from his bah-humbug days!
He was never seen without his pipe, which caused problems at work. He was eventually let go when his manner changed along with his weight. He wasn’t the go-getting executive he’d been. No one could believe how much he’d let himself go. He started to pack on the pounds and stopped shaving.
He left his hip, expensive pad in London and moved to the country. He found a small cottage that he started to turn into an old man’s home. He changed his name to Nicholas and started to change himself into his ideal man, more mature, lot’s of cuddly fat and bushy beard. Over the next few months he achieved the impossible, gaining a huge amount of weight and looking 30 years older. But the dreams of sex with big, fat bearded men continued. He needed a mate! 
Then as the next christmas arrived, Sean appeared. BACK TO THE PRESENT CHRISTMAS When Sean awoke he was surprised to see he was sitting in the small, cosy living room. He was dressed in a thick dressing gown. A fire was going and a huge Christmas tree had it’s twinkling lights adding to the festive feel.
He felt groggy. He had a funny taste in his mouth as if he’d been drinking all night.
The bandage was no longer on his head. He scratched his head and realised his hair felt different. The texture was strange, kind of dry and brittle. 
He got up which seemed to take a little effort. Then he noticed the small pot belly he had. Was he always that out of shape? He walked to a small mirror on the mantle. He looked tired, but what was wrong with his hair. It was graying, and seemed to be thinning. His eyes were playing tricks. The top of his head had never any signs of balding. Well now he could see his white scalp as the lank, hair on top was very thin. It seemed strange against the thick hair circling the rest of his head. Then he saw his goatee greyer than ever. It seemed to be growing into a beard as the stubble had now met his sideburns. . It seemed to be thicker as well; he’d only coloured his beard last week. How long had he’d been here?
Suddenly he let out a cry! He remembered how he’d looked before the accident! He’d been colouring his hair and beard for the past 2 years. He was 45 but looked years younger with his babyface good looks. Suddenly more came back to him. A name; Sean! That was his name. And he’d never been able to put on weight like this before. 
With a smile on his face he turned to see Nick enter the room carrying a tray with 2 drinks.
“I see your awake young man. I thought you might like a nice hot chocolate.” Nick said with his familiar pipe wedged in the corner of his mouth.
“I…I …know my name! It’s Sean. Sean……….I don’t remember my last name.”
“Ah! thats great news, but I think you look more like a Seamus. Here have some hot chocolate, it will warm you up.” As Nick sat his huge bulk next to Sean he handed the steaming drink to Sean. 
“What has happened to my hair? How long have I been here? I’m fat!” so many questions plauged his mind, but as the smoke from the pipe filled his nostrils he started to calm down.
“You’ve been here for 2 weeks, and I’ve been helping you become a real man, not this boy you try to be. I found your shopping. All that hair colouring and beard colourant to hide grey. You shouldn’t hide such a beautiful, mature face. You also had hair thickeners, and fancy shampoos. Well no more of that. I’ve already started on your transformation as you can see.” Nick smiled as he brushed a hand over the sparse hair on top of Sean’s head. “What……what have you done? You have to let me go! ”
“Let you go? No! Your home now. It’s going to be you and me from now on. Your’re just the man I’ve been dreaming of. Well, not yet!” and with that he patted Sean’s belly. “I like big, big men, not skinny little boys. 
"You mean…you did this…..you made me fat?”
“Well with the help of a diet of beer and high calorie weightgainer. I have also taken the liberty of changing your haircut. I’ve been thinning it on top.” he then showed Sean a comb that had small razor-like metal at it’s base. “Comb enough hair and all that baby hair starts to thin out.”
“You’re ….mad….I have to get out of here….” but Sean couldn’t get up. Nick thrust his pipe between the stunned Sean’s lips. “Now that’s the look I’m going for.” Nick said.
“I think the hot chocolate is working. You wont be able to move as I prepare you. Oh yes! The pipe tobacco is quite special too. It makes you more complient. You’ll start to see things from my point of view really soon.”
Sean started to splutter, he didn’t like smoking, and he’d never liked pipes but since he’d been at Nicks he had come to enjoy the special fragrance. It seemed to be very relaxing. Nick had made sure he’d get a continual supply of the special tobacco from Helsinki. He was hooked and soon Seamus would be. Sean started to draw on the stem of the pipe. He could feel the tobacco entering his airway. He puffed slowly at first. He looked at Nick who was smiling. Nick’s hand went to Sean’s crotch. The cock was growing, with each stroke of Nick’s hand. Images of older, fat men appeared in his mind. He wanted to look like that. Or did he?
“Come on boy! Let’s make you Seamus!” and with that Nick took Sean’s hand and led him down to the cellar. This he’d turned into a mini laboratory complete with a barber’s chair in the centre of the room.
Sean’s belly. “I like big, big men, not skinny little boys. 
"You mean…you did this…..you made me fat?”
“Well with the help of a diet of beer and high calorie weightgainer. I have also taken the liberty of changing your haircut. I’ve been thinning it on top.” he then showed Sean a comb that had small razor-like metal at it’s base. “Comb enough hair and all that baby hair starts to thin out.”
“You’re ….mad….I have to get out of here….” but Sean couldn’t get up. Nick thrust his pipe between the stunned Sean’s lips. “Now that��s the look I’m going for.” Nick said.
“I think the hot chocolate is working. You wont be able to move as I prepare you. Oh yes! The pipe tobacco is quite special too. It makes you more complient. You’ll start to see things from my point of view really soon.”
Sean started to splutter, he didn’t like smoking, and he’d never liked pipes but since he’d been at Nicks he had come to enjoy the special fragrance. It seemed to be very relaxing. Nick had made sure he’d get a continual supply of the special tobacco from Helsinki. He was hooked and soon Seamus would be.

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Any fresh new stories?

I have a few continuations of former stories but never really finished. I really want to finish them as there was so much work put into them.

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He asked the barber what he used on his mustache to make it stand out so much. The barber just stroked his own considerably bigger mustache and said something that sounded like ‘love juice.’

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Always hot seeing 21st century guys transformed into someone from a different era.