The Many Black Hairs Literally Pop Out Of His Darkening And Sweatier Becoming Skin, Like Mushrooms In

The many black hairs literally pop out of his darkening and sweatier becoming skin, like mushrooms in the warm, humid forest.

Hey man, I've recently hired a trainer to help me get in shape and he's been super helpful! But he gave me this weird deodorant to use, says it's the kind that "real men" use. I don't know what he's saying by that, and the deodorant doesn't seem to be helping, I'm always sweaty and a bit musky after a workout. Any idea what's going on here?

You are not dissatisfied with your body. You are good-looking. You are fit and athletic. But no one believes that you are already 32 years old. No one thinks you're the boss in your own startup. Many think you're the intern. You're quite happy with the results of your collaboration with your trainer so far… You finally have something like upper arms… If the deodorant makes it even better… It won't do any harm.

You've been using the deodorant for a week now. You don't understand why. You're not just under the impression that it's not helping. Somehow you stink more after each application than before. It acts like a fertilizer for your underarm hair. You have a real bush under your arms. And as your upper arms grow, your T-shirt sleeves slip further and further up. Your armpit hair is constantly visible. And when you wear a shirt, you immediately have sweat stains under your arms. You're so uncomfortable that you only work from home.

A week later, you're done with the overshirts anyway. Firstly, none of your shirts fit you anymore. And secondly, the feeling of fabric on your armpits is driving you crazy. You can't stand any more fabric where the deodorant goes. Coach told you not to use the deodorant only under your armpits. You love the smell. Maybe you're overdoing it a bit with the use. One can barely lasts a week.

You've changed gyms. People have complained about your smell at your show-off gym. Sure, pussies who don't train properly don't smell like a real man. And then one of the bourgeoisie said that training with a naked upper body wasn't in line with the house rules. Damn, it itches like hell when you wear a T-shirt during training. Tank top? Maybe. But in the cool gym you're in now, it doesn't matter anyway. Hardly anyone wears a top. And most of them are as hairy as you are. At least almost.

Coach got you a new job. Mover. Finally something honest. The ladies and the boys love it when you carry boxes. And you're no longer just training in the gym, but basically all day long. Coach has given you a new shower gel. Actually something for pussies… Water and deodorant. That's all you need. But if Coach says so…

The shower gel is the devil's stuff. You only use it on your head, face and crotch… When you cleaned out your own old apartment the other day, none of your old neighbors recognized you. But they turned up their noses. You would have liked to have pressed your face into the armpit of one or two of them. But what for? There are plenty of bros in your gym with whom it's more fun. Real men, after all. Just like you are!

This Ursa Beer is so good! With each bottle I can feel my gut growing larger, and my hair coming in more densely. Look at how thick it is already! I plan on drinking enough so it looks like I’m wearing a sweater all the time. And as awesome as this hairy body is, I appreciate the growth below the belt too. I’ve got a nice solid bear dick swinging between my legs, and a big fuzzy ass too. A body like this is built to fool around with other beefy guys, so after another beer or two, and once my beard fills in nice and full, I should be ready to head out to the bars. Men will be all over me, and since I am more than willing to flip fuck, I should be able to have my pick of the horny guys there.

Derek stared out to sea. He shivered in his wool coat as the wind sweep past him, laughing mockingly. He couldn't believe that his girlfriend had left him before their one year anniversary. He could still see her face, laughing at him as she drove off with his new boyfriend. She said he wasn't manly enough. Wasn't hot enough. He was too thin. Her voice swirled round his head, shouting insults at him. He wanted to hide, but he couldn't escape what had happened today. Derek felt a tear trickle down his face. He cried into the ocean, the waves lapping away his tears, but more kept coming.

Eventually, the tears slowed then stopped. Derek stared out to sea.

'Mind if I join you?' said a voice behind Derek. Without waiting for an answer, a man sat down next to Derek. 'You look quite sad mate, girlfriend troubles?'

Derek sighed.'yep. I feel so bad.' Derek looked at the man. He was a hairy chested giant, cheery, chubby and very manly. Derek's girlfriend would have loved him.

'Hey, if it will cheer you up, me and the lads are about to swim in the sea here. Interested?'

'there?' Derek asked. 'it looks so cold! Besides, I forgot my swimming trunks.'

' Don't worry, I got some here.' the man pulled out some navy blue trunks. ' we'll meet in half an hour so be ready by then. You can use that blue beach hut over there, it's mine.' he pointed to a modern blue house up on the hill.

'Ok, I will. Thanks.' Derek said. He scooped up the trunks and walked to the beach hut, a spring in his step.

He arrived at the beach hut. The door was unlocked, so Derek stepped inside. He didn't look around much as he didn't want to be late, but this was a two story house, not a hut. Light gleemed through the windows and the view of the beach was amazing. He found the bathroom and undressed.

He put on the trunks. He immediately felt bad. His stomach rocked and rolled like he was going to puke. He put both hands on the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror. His clean, skinny figure was changing. His stomach swelled and swelled until it was the perfect mix of muscle and fat. Hair sprung up on his body like weeds. Thick, brown hair grew on his head, face, chest and right down to his legs, and everywhere in between. His stomach stopped aching. He stood up. His confidence grew, as did his cock and his odeur of man, a pure sweaty smell he only got on the warmest of days.

What did he mean by that? This was his trademark scent. He loved it, as did the men who wanted to ride his thick cock. He loved men. He pulled up his phone and snapped a quick selfie for Grindr.

*KNOCK**KNOCK*

'Hey bro!' the man from before shouted. 'you coming?'

'Of course bro!' Derek shouted in a deeper voice. He unlocked the door. The man stood there, fully clothed. 'shouldn't you change?' Derek asked.

'I thought you could help me.' he replied. 'But you first. ' he run his fingers round the rim of Derek's trunks.

'Of course bro. come on in.' Derek closed the bathroom door.

*BANG*

*CLICK*